"So, what did you find out from Baymax's scan?"

Tadashi's hand stopped in mid air, mouth open. When Elsa added, "At the hospital," his hand twitched and the pancake on his fork landed heavily in the syrupy mess on his plate.

"I uh… I…" His shoulders drooped, and he sighed, "Elsa, I'm sorry. I just… I was worried, I hadn't heard what the nurse had told me earlier – not that she would've told me in such detail, but – wait, that probably would've been better, I should've just asked the nurse again, bu-"

"Tadashi." Smiling, Elsa reached forward and took his hand, running a cool thumb gently over the slowly healing scars marring the back, snaking up his forearms towards his elbows. "It's okay. I'm not angry. … okay, I was a bit angry when Baymax told me, but I understand."

"… not gonna hit me again?"

"Hey, I had good reason to hit you, running into a burning building like that."

"But you-"

"Let's… let's get back to my original question, shall we?" They'd had this circular blame game argument several times over the past few days, both trying to convince the other that they weren't at fault, whilst at the same time both still inwardly blaming themselves for putting the other in danger. "What did you find out?"

Tadashi poked absent mindedly at his food. "Will… he told me about your injuries, obviously. Kept agreeing with the nurses' choice in treatment and having a go at me for not subjecting myself to their needles."

"Well, he is a nurse."

"I know… he uhm… mentioned your low body temperature…"

That had been an interesting conversation. Anna and Kristoff had reached the hospital only minutes before Aunt Cass and Hiro were leaving to take Tadashi and Elsa back home, and Anna had hugged her sister almost to the point of re-admission. Elsa had been mulling it over since she had heard her sister was flying to see her, whilst trying to ignore the noises of the hospital and nearby patients, and had decided it would have been wholly unfair to explain to Tadashi what he had seen, whilst omitting it from the story she was going to tell her sister.

As soon as they had reached the café, Elsa had taken her sister and Tadashi by the hand and dragged them both up to the room he still shared with Hiro, before sitting them both down and recounting almost everything that had happened on and since that fateful day, when she was eight, and Anna was five.

It seemed to take forever. Neither Anna nor Tadashi had interrupted Elsa once, and she had been grateful – once she had started talking, she had found it unbelievably therapeutic and had been unable to stop, save for a small display near the beginning of the tale, when she had held out her hand, palm facing the ceiling, and let her curse – "No, Elsa, gift." – flow freely in the form of a small snow cloud, white flakes landing on Tadashi's bed.

She told them everything – why she had been unable to attend her parents' funeral with Anna; her desperate need to get away from her sister, her home, her life in Norway; how happy – relatively – she was in San Fransokyo – and despite neglecting to specify the main reason as to why, the looks between Elsa and Tadashi were more than enough for Anna.

She told them how scared she was that her feelings for her new friends would lead to them getting hurt. How when the opportunity had arisen to ensure thateveryone she loved was safe, she had taken it without question and with all but one regret – that she hadn't told those people she loved them when she had the chance.

Elsa had trailed off into silence, unable to continue, her throat constricted, her eyes burning, cheeks damp with tears. She could hear faint echoes of fire burning around her, smell the smoke that had almost consumed her.

After several seconds, Anna had finally processed everything that Elsa had told them, and had opened her arms to her sister, who after a brief hesitation had all but fallen into them, clinging onto the redhead for dear life, mumbling apologies through tears. Tadashi had let them be for a moment, before scooping the both of them into a bigger hug. The messy tears died down after a while, Elsa falling asleep first, then Anna, and finally Tadashi.

Aunt Cass and Kristoff had come to check on them a few hours later, finding Elsa inbetween Anna and Tadashi, red hair all over the place, Elsa's blonde head tucked under Tadashi's chin, the former snoring quietly.

Hiro had taken a picture and two days later, was still walking around with a self satisfied smirk. Tadashi had given up his attempts at retrieving the photo, as it had already been disseminated amongst his closest friends, who had nothing but positive comments to say (apart from occasional "I knew it!") Instead, he spent as much time as possible with Elsa – when her sister wasn't with her. It was Kristoff who had finally suggested that they do a little bit of sightseeing, giving Tadashi a look as he dragged Anna down the stairs and out the door after breakfast.

Tadashi looked up at Elsa, who was patiently waiting for him to continue.

"Uh… he …menshundcurntmedcashun…"

Elsa choked slightly on her pancakes and looked at him with a bemused grin, "He what?"

Tadashi sighed. "He… mentioned your current medication. He thought the nurses needed to know."

"Ah."

The pair fell into silence, Elsa poking at her chocolate covered pancakes, Tadashi chewing on his lip. "Not that it matters to me, I just-"

"I take them for depression and anxiety. I've been on them since I was 15. The doctors, they… they thought it was just a phase, I'd grow out of it, it was just hormones… then when they finally decided that perhaps being a teenager isn'tactually supposed to be as difficult as I was making it out to be, my parents took me to see a therapist, and then… meds." She shrugged, taking another bite.

"Do they help?"

She gave him a non-committal shrug, "Most of the time. But it's not just them alone, I uh… y'know when I left early on Tuesday? And I refused to tell anyone why?"

"You didn't want anyone to know you were going to therapy."

She nodded again.

"Y'know… you don't have to do this on your own anymore." He pushed both their plates aside, took the cutlery from Elsa's hands and held them, leaning forward on the table. "You've got all of us to help you. Aunt Cass, the lab lot,your sister… even Fred in a pinch." Elsa giggled and Tadashi smiled warmly at the rare sound. "You don't have to tell the others everything. But you can let it go when you're around me. I won't mind. I quite like snow, actually. No, seriously!" He grinned at Elsa's raised eyebrow, "I'm not just saying that, I have a snowboard and everything. But," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to… wherever he was trying to lead to, "But. I mean it. I'm here for you.Aishiteru."

He gave her hands a squeeze, and was about to let go and let Elsa get on with her pancakes, but she wasn't letting go. He looked at their hands, then up at her, wondering if he'd perhaps gone a little too far this time. She was nervously biting her lip, and Tadashi thought it was the more adorable thing ever. Until she opened her mouth to speak.

"Jeg elsker deg også."

Despite his attempts to learn, his knowledge of Norwegian was limited to a smattering of basic conversation, "Luftputebåten min er full av ål," and the curse words he'd picked up from the lab. But there was no mistaking what Elsa had just said, regardless of how softly she had spoken. He was as giddy as he had been the first time he had heard her laugh, and his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. He pulled his hands and Elsa towards him, mentally cursing his decision to sit across from her at the tiny table rather than next to her. He leaned forward and just as he could feel her breath on his lips, just as he saw her eyes close, just as he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly…

… he heard the noise of a camera shutter, and Hiro's snort of laughter.

Their foreheads touching, eyes still closed, he mumbled "… I'll catch him, you stuff him into your sister's suitcase."

Tadashi felt Elsa sit back, her hands leave his, heard her stand. He sighed, but before he could stand to murder his brother for ruining the moment he'd been dreaming of for months, he felt a cool hand tilt his head up and to the side, just before Elsa bent down to kiss him. He raised a hand to her jaw, running it into her hair and pulling her slightly closer. Both wore daft grins on their faces as they parted, brown eyes getting lost in blue.

"I think your pain in the butt younger brother can wait a little while, don't you?"