Stolen Ice AU belongs to Aelsa. I don't own Frozen.

"Pizza's here!" Anna shouted down the hall from the front door, then took said pizza and tipped the delivery boy generously, leaving him a bit stupefied at the hundred dollar bill in hishand. Sliding the box atop the kitchen table, Anna grabbed a towel out of the hall closet as a nude EJ peeked out from the bathroom door.

"I can smell it." EJ said. "Anna, where did all the bath towels go?"

Anna presented EJ with a towel and cheeky grin. Wrapping it around wet shoulders and snuggling EJ from behind, Anna began pressing light kisses to the exposed neck of her lover, causing EJ to relax. Anna deftly patted over EJ's skin with the towel, drying her off- and getting a little handsy.

EJ turned around in their hold and pulled Anna into an embrace, towel dropping to the floor as if an afterthought. She slid her arms around Anna and dragged her fingers through copper sunset hair. "Nevermind." EJ said. "Found something warmer."

"Speaking of cheesy, our pizza is getting cold." Anna said, but made no motion to break the embrace. She ignored the dampness on her skin because the way EJ was looking at her was making her chest feel all too warm and her head all too light. When her older sister leaned down and kissed her on the corner of her mouth, she was tempted to pull EJ into her, but settled for an intimate murmur and a growling stomach. Both women paused and seperated to look down at Anna's offending flat belly.

"Go eat." Elsa said, placing her hands atop Anna's shoulderblades and squeezing her close before stepping out of the embrace. "I'll only be a moment."

"Ok, EJ."

EJ. Elsa-Jane Arrendale. Formerly Jane Doe, before she'd discovered- extracted, really- her birth name. Before she brought down an entire science facility, made possible thanks to her electric powers. Not that she was the only thing electric in their household.

Light, affectionate glances. Unbelievably happy. It was a satisfaction born of triumph over extravagant circumstances and a wonderful settling into domestic routine. Not that their lives weren't extraordinary regardless. Not that, in truth, they would ever give up entirely the thrilling sensations of lives lived on the edge of adventure and disaster, but the domestic was all the more sweeter and satisfying. The well-appreciated ordinary amidst the extraordinary of their lives. Something- someone- to come home to.

They settled down into the couch and flicked on the TV. Paper plates were exchanged with warm slices of cheese and bell peppers, and observations, jokes exchanged.

A ring of EJ's cell phone broke the spell, but she languidly flicked the poor thing off without answering. This was THEIR time. No jobs, no heists, no spontaneous adventures, no talk of business or work. They were locked together, two pieces of a puzzle that fit just so.

Most of the time.

"So." Anna said, in a tone of voice that cut EJ's hopes of another ordinary night watching movies in twain. "About this banquet tomorrow." Anna set her plate down carefully, keeping herself cool and casual as she brought up the firecracker of a subject.

"This again, Anna?"

"Yes! It's important!"

The blonde crossed her arms over her midsection, sighing. "You know as well as I do why we need to play this carefully, A."

Anna grumbled and tucked her hands under her shoulders, flopping against the couch dramatically. "I just want to take my girlfriend dancing."

EJ extended a hand and rest it on Anna's shoulder, a lotus branch of understanding and mutual frustration. "And while that sentiment makes me want to, 'kiss you senseless', it's not safe anymore." Anna relaxed and clasped the offered branch in hand, locking fingers together and bringing them to her lips to kiss and squeeze. EJ smiled and brought her other hand up to touch Anna's cheek. "You know I want to take you dancing just as much. Does it have to be in front of a crowd for it to be meaningful?"

"Well, no..." Anna admitted. "I guess I can satisfy myself with the knowledge I get all your private dances." A spark of mischief glimmered in her eyes, with a little hope that EJ would take the bait. A private dance wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

"Mm. Annother night. But for now.." EJ leaned over and gave Anna a nerve-soothing kiss on the lips. The younger girl leaned into the older and draped her hands around EJ's neck, pushing herself atop.

It was a good few minutes later when the two came up for air, and almost didn't make it that far. They settled for Anna relaxing on top of EJ's torso, cuddling as they cooled off. EJ flicked the TV's channels, absent-mindedly patting Anna's cheek until Anna rose to get some more pizza.

This is so nice, Anna thought as she began to slice up a triangle of cheese and tomato sauce. Domestic life is just so... satisfying. Peaceful, easy, awful. Even-

A sharp shriek from the living room made Anna drop her box cutter and nick a finger. Ignoring the stain of red appearing, she ran as fast as her freckled legs could take her back to the living room.

EJ was standing, one hand clasped over her mouth, the other around her stomach, distress and alarm rolling off the blonde in waves. The air felt palpably electric. The TV was flickering, but even through the static Anna could make out the news.

Fire. Orphanage. Jane's. Burning.