Screw angst.

"No, Anna, you cannot look at my browser history."

"Why? Is it really all porn?"

"No, Anna, it is not all porn."

"Then what are you hiding?"

"Nothing Anna, I'm not hiding anything."

"Then why can't I look at your browser history?"

"Why don't you just ask me what's on my browser history?"

"What's on your browser history?"

"Architectural design websites, the merger's company's website, some YouTube videos, and Target's website."

"Well if that's all then why won't you show it to me?"

"Because I expect you to trust me."

"I do trust you, I-"

"No, obviously you do not. You wouldn't ask to see what's on my history after I've told you what's on there if you trusted me."

"I just don't see why I can't look!"

"I don't see why you need to!"

Elsa frowned at Anna from her desk. Anna made a strangled noise of frustration and left, stomping out of their study to the living room. Elsa sighed, why did she care what was on Elsa's browser history? Elsa had told the truth, she hadn't been to any odd websites.

Anna didn't speak to her when they went to bed that night. Elsa just rolled her eyes, marriage for three years and there were still times the blonde did not understand her wife.

"Anna, why does it matter?"

Their room was dark and Elsa turned on her side to look at the woman she, even now, wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

"There shouldn't be anything we hide from each other."

"But I'm not hiding anything."

"Then why won't you show me?"

"Why do you need to see it?"

Anna's voice rose half an octave, "I don't know, I just don't see why you won't show me!"

Elsa turned Anna over to look at her, "If it's important I'll show you, I just don't think my browser history is important."

"It's about you Elsa, everything is important."

Elsa blinked. She hadn't been expecting that. "You wouldn't care if it was someone else's browser history would you?"

Anna frowned, "Well no, why would I care what they're looking at?"

Elsa smiled, what an idiot. They were both idiots, "You know, if you're so interested in me, you can just tell me," Elsa slipped her hands around to Anna's backside and pulled her closer with a sly grin.

Anna squeaked and frowned, "Elsa, I married you, I thought it was obvious that I wanted to know everything about you."

Elsa wouldn't admit it then, or ever for that matter, but she swooned a little. Her honest idiot, how did she ever get this lucky?

And then they had crazy wild sex.

I refuse to add angst to this fandom.