Author's Note: To Skyline Chili, I apologize, but it's still accurate. To the rest of Ohio, you know what you did. To everyone else, Merry Christmas, Happy Solstice, and I hope you all had fantastic holidays.

"Yep, I just landed. Already texted Moana, she said she'd be here in about twenty minutes. The flight was early." Anna took a seat on the bench near baggage claim. Olaf was watching the conveyor belt, and she was paying just enough attention to tell him to stop every time he tried to play on it. He always obeyed and came back to her, then started examining it again.

"All right. And you brought everything?" Elsa asked on the other end of the call. "All the stuff you need for when you're there, toys for Olaf, protection –"

"Yes, mom," she groaned. Okay, that feels weird. "I have everything, just like when we went over that list before I left. You know I'm a thirty year old woman and a mother, I know how to look after myself."

She could hear Elsa grumbling over the phone. She must be trying to make up for lost time. Back when we'd all but stopped talking, I may have actually needed this advice. Not that I would have listened to it. "I'm just worried."

"Why? It's not like I've gone to some third world country where I'm going to be robbed. I'm in Cincinnati."

"You do know people get robbed in the US too, right?"

Anna glared at the space in front of her, imagining that Elsa was there. What actually was there was Olaf trying to climb on the conveyor belt again. "Olaf, that's enough, come here, and stay here. I've told you too many times."

"Anna?" Elsa asked.

"Yes, Mama," Olaf muttered, taking a seat next to his mother. "Can I go look at that restaurant?" He pointed toward a little cafe.

"No." Normally Olaf was so well behaved – at least when Lilo wasn't around – but apparently the exciting new adventure was too much stimulation for him. "Sorry, Elsa, you still there?"

Olaf pouted, kicking the carpet.

"I'm still here," Elsa answered. "Trouble with Olaf?"

"It's nothing. He's just excited. He's never left Oregon before."

"Ohio sure is exciting." Elsa laughed. "I can understand though. Mama made me keep an eye on you at the airport when we were kids. You almost managed to climb through the baggage claim in Norway and I had to drag you back by your backpack. You're lucky you were wearing it or else it would've been your pigtails."

Anna was growing increasingly annoyed that Elsa was not there to be the recipient of her continued glaring. "I don't remember that."

"You were like four, I can't say I'm surprised. You were so much worse behaved than your son is."

That she could believe. Between Lilo and her time teaching kindergarten, she knew firsthand just how lucky she was to have such a well behaved son, the day's events notwithstanding. "If you say so."

"I do. You were a terror. Norway didn't know what hit it."

"There's no way I was that bad." Please say there's not a newspaper article or anything.

"Maybe not quite that bad," Elsa conceded. "But you were a lot for a seven year old to handle."

It had always been Elsa handling her. Even on vacation, their parents were always busy with work. It made the frequent jokes that Giselle made about Elsa being her mother seem all the more accurate, and her feelings for her all the more disconcerting. "I'm sure you were even worse when you were a kid."

"No, I was a perfect child. Papa always said that he was amazed I didn't change my own diapers, the way I looked after myself."

Of course she was. Elsa is always perfect. "Well I'm sorry I couldn't be more like you then." It came out crueler than she meant it to. She wasn't mad at Elsa, at least she didn't think she was. If she was, it certainly wasn't over their childhood visits to Norway.

"Anna." Elsa faltered, several seconds passed without a word. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't complaining about having to look after you. I loved it. You were always the most important thing in the world to me. Hell, you know that's why I acted like I did when you went off for college. You were perfect, you always have been."

Anna was more than a little embarrassed to find herself blushing, and did her best to conceal it from her son. She didn't want to have to explain any of it to him. Besides, she'd be seeing her girlfriend soon, this should be the farthest thing from her mind. "Thank you," she breathed, the words scarcely more than a whisper. She was trying to banish the thoughts from her mind the best she could.

"Any time. I'm really sorry that I upset you."

She groaned, leaning against the wall. She hated hurting Elsa. "You didn't. It's just jet lag. Don't worry about it."

Olaf tugged on her skirt and pointed at the cafe again.

She hated to reward his behavior, but she could honestly use some coffee herself. "I've gotta get going. I love you, Elsa."

"Love you too, Anna. Let me know when you get there safe?"

"Of course." She hung up and grabbed Olaf's hand to prevent him from running off again, and they made their way over to the cafe. Olaf had a cinnamon roll, and she had a chocolate croissant and a cup of coffee. Neither the pastry nor the drink were particularly amazing, but Olaf seemed to love his cinnamon roll.

By the time they'd finished their food, Anna's phone chirped to announce that Moana was waiting for them in the arrivals section. Olaf marveled at the statues of flying pigs as walked through the airport.

Moana threw her arms around Anna when she saw her. "I've missed you," she sighed, holding Anna to her.

Her scent was comforting, warm, needed. Anna had missed her more than she'd even realized, and she'd already known that she'd been missing her a lot. "I missed you too." She pulled away the slightest bit, not wanting to stop touching her, and looked into warm brown eyes, her hand flying up to cup Moana's cheek as she pulled her into a kiss.

"Hey!" Olaf shouted. "Can't you wait until we get there?"

Moana smirked, Anna could feel her lip moving against hers. She pulled away, her smile radiant as she looked from Anna to Olaf. "You're right. Let's get going." She grabbed Olaf and Anna's suitcases and dragged them to the trunk, closing it with a slam that shook the small vehicle. "You ready, Anna?"

Her eyes were still half-lidded, it had been a hell of a kiss. She shook herself back to her senses and made her way to the side of the car. "Yeah. Come on, Olaf." She helped him into the back seat and put him in his car seat, and found her girlfriend by the passenger door, taking her hand. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to get the door for you." She grinned, letting out a nervous giggle. "And do this." She pulled Anna into a deep kiss, her arms folding around her. When she pulled back, Anna gasped for air. "Happy belated birthday, honey."

"That was Friday. Why, did you get me something?"

"Your plane tickets here and to New York weren't enough of a gift?" She smirked.

Anna sighed, pouting playfully. "I suppose they'll do." Her expression shifted into a grateful smile. "Thank you so much, Moana. It means a lot."

"Well, I did get you one other little thing." She opened the passenger door, and pulled out a black velvet box, opening it to reveal a necklace with turquoise at the center of silver pendant. She draped it over Anna's head, allowing it to hang neatly over her chest.

"It's beautiful," Anna breathed.

"I'm glad. Let's get going before your kid loses his mind."

With a contented smile, Anna nodded, and climbed into the passenger seat as Moana held the door open for her.

"You hungry?" Moana asked, as she started the engine.

"I'm starving!" Olaf announced. Apparently the cinnamon roll had not been enough for him.

"I could eat."

"Well, prepare for," she paused, considering the reality of the situation, "food. I promise it's at least food."

Ten minutes later, they were sitting inside of a Skyline Chili. Olaf was waiting on a plain hot dog and a bowl of shredded cheddar cheese while the adults were waiting on the standard coneys for which the establishment was famous. Anna had agreed to let Olaf have a Pepsi, despite the late hour, since he was on vacation. His conviction that it was still really six PM despite the clocks saying nine was somewhat convincing.

"So is this place actually any good?" Anna asked. Portland had spoiled her, all the more so with Esmeralda's influence. Even growing up in southern California, with access to all kinds of food, she had been astounded by so many of her finds in Portland, and the degrees to which they had dwarfed anything else in quality and flavor. She just wished she'd actually found them herself.

Moana hesitated. "It's not bad."

"Then why take me here? You seem to have to hedge every remark about it." I sound like Elsa. "Why have my first impression of Cincinnati be a restaurant that you're not that hot on?"

She sucked on her teeth, staring down at the stained countertop. "I grew up going here. Nothing is amazing, especially compared to the food a lot of places I've traveled, but it's all really nostalgic. Their hot dogs were the first I really loved as a kid, well them and ballpark dogs with my dad. My mom actually found the chili recipe from here, so we'd even have it at home, or at least a close approximation. As much as I hate Ohio, it's part of me, and this place is part of that. I don't know if the food is exactly good, though I hope you'll like it. I think Olaf will at least, they're pretty good for picky eaters. It's just," she hesitated.

"It's important to you." Anna squeezed her hand, smiling up at her. "I'm sure I'll love it. You don't need to worry." I still love microwaved burritos, I'm sure a chili cheese dog will be fine. "It looks pretty good."

Moana smiled back at her, looking somewhat relieved. Their food was set before them, along with three bowls of oyster crackers. Anna had never seen them served without soup. It was kind of strange. "Well, dig in."

She took a bite. The hot dog was surprisingly decent, far better than Moana had made it sound. It definitely wasn't her favorite restaurant ever, but it wasn't bad at all. It was way better than that airport croissant.

Olaf shoveled cheese into his mouth and beamed up at them. "The cheese is good."

"I'm glad." Moana giggled. There was a speck of chili on the corner of her mouth.

Anna leaned toward her, and brushed the food off with her thumb. "Need some help, honey?"

She rolled her eyes. "I let the chili do what it wants and clean up afterward. It's the correct way to eat a coney, thank you very much."

"Sure it is." Anna took another bite of her surprisingly small food. Maybe that's why they give you the crackers.

Olaf seemed to have as much cheese in his lap as in his stomach when he finally ate half of one of his hot dogs in a single bite. "It's really good, Mama. Can we come here again tomorrow?"

Anna looked to Moana for help. Save me.

"Do you like barbecue?" she asked.

He quirked his head. "That's not an answer."

"It affects my answer."

"I guess so. Ribs are good, though I don't really like the sauce. It's so messy." Anna tried not to laugh at the irony of that coming from the cheese covered six-year-old.

"Well there's a couple good barbecue places in town. We should go to one of them tomorrow."

"But I like this place!" He tried to stomp his foot, but could only hit air from his stool.

"Olaf." Anna's voice was cold. He'd been misbehaving an awful lot today. "Do you need a nap?"

"No!"

"We're Moana's guests. She's letting us stay with us and you even get your own room. Let her pick the restaurants. She knows the town better."

He groaned and shoved the rest of the first hot dog into his mouth. "Fine," he managed through his full mouth.

Anna shook her head. "I'm sorry, Moana."

"It's fine." She leaned over her to ruffle the boy's hair. "It's a whole new experience for him. I can't blame him for being a little agitated. Besides, he likes my childhood restaurant, I can't be mad at him."

Anna breathed a sigh of relief. Despite how well they'd gotten along so far, she'd been worried about spending time with both her son and girlfriend for an entire week. She was glad that her fears were unfounded, though she was certain she was going to be subjected to unending hours of Star Trek the Next Generation. They still had over three seasons left.

Once they finished, when they were about to pay, the cashier stopped them. "Isn't he going to grab his ice cream?"

"I almost forgot," Moana said.

Olaf's eyes widened. "I get ice cream?!"

The cashier gestured toward the freezer to their left. "Pick one. It comes with the kids meal."

Moana paid while Olaf scoured the selection, eventually coming away with an Eskimo bar. "Ohio is awesome!"

Anna patted his shoulder. At least he had his priorities straight.

After helping bring their bags in, Moana showed Anna and Olaf around her apartment. "It's nowhere near as big as your place, but I hope you like it." The kitchen was attached directly to the living room, with a short hall in either direction leading to one of two bedrooms with their own bathrooms. The guest room – Olaf's bedroom for the duration of their stay – was slightly smaller than the master, but it was barely noticeable. "I set up my old Super Nintendo and N64, in case you didn't bring anything to play. There's a bunch of good games there."

"Awesome!" Olaf dived into the basket of cartridges. "There's a Star Trek game?"

"There are a bunch."

His eyes lit up. "I want to play all of them."

Moana grinned down at him. "I can arrange that."

He beamed back and wrapped his arms around Moana. "You're the best step parent ever."

Anna's mind suddenly stopped working, her jaw dropping as she tried to formulate any sort of response. She loved Moana, it could happen, but she definitely wasn't ready to say that sort of thing, let alone for Olaf to be saying it. At least he didn't call her 'Mom.'

He buried himself in the Super Nintendo game while Moana showed Anna the room they would be sharing. Moana set Anna's suitcase by the dresser and sat down on the bed, stretching out. "So," she offered, glancing back toward Olaf's bedroom.

Anna sighed, throwing herself into the bed beside her girlfriend, groaning into the pillow. This was going to be an awkward conversation. She rolled over, propping her head up to face Moana. "Can we just pretend that didn't happen?"

Moana bit her lip, her eyes still locked on the wall, as if she could see Olaf through it. She clearly wanted to address the topic that Olaf brought up, but she nodded. I know lesbians move fast, but we've only been dating for like six months. No marriage talk yet, please. She rested her hand on the small of Anna's back, leaning against the headboard. "You know, I've had this bed for a year and never properly broke it in."

Anna raised her eyebrow at her. "Oh?" This was a change of subject she could get behind. Especially if Moana had a strap-on.

"Long distance relationships, a hazard of my profession, or maybe just of me. We should fix that."

"The breaking the bed in or the long distance part?"

Moana flushed, looking away from Anna. Shit, she really does want to marry me. "I meant the bed part." Her fingers ran through Anna's hair, tugging lightly as one caught in a tangle. "I love you."

"I love you too." She dragged herself toward Moana, pulling her into a kiss, her own hands sliding up Moana's back. They were very grateful that the two rooms were on opposite sides of the apartment, but the walls were thin and they did their best to keep it down just in case.

Anna stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her and another for her hair, and left the bedroom. She thought she'd smelled breakfast, but she didn't see anything in the kitchen or the living room, but she heard sounds coming from Olaf's room. She cracked the door open and her heart almost skipped a beat at how cute the sight was. Maybe we really could be a family.

Olaf sat on the foot of the bed, with Moana's laptop in his lap. She was leaning over his shoulder showing him how to do something. They were both saying names of various Star Trek related things that Anna was not yet awake enough to process. She recognized the words Ferengi, latinum, and phasers, but everything else just seemed like gibberish. Moana had kept her up far too late.

"Okay, look, the Federation capital is almost undefended," Moana explained.

"So I should defend it for them?" Olaf asked.

She paused. "I was going to suggest conquering them."

"Oh." He held out the note, as realization hit. "What if instead I traded some units to them so that they could defend themselves?"

With a shrug, Moana agreed. "Yeah, I guess we really do need the money anyway. What do the rules of acquisition say about this?"

"That we should make sure their latinum is good before we send them troops?"

Moana smirked, looking proudly down at the young boy. "Something like that. All right, make the trade. I guess the conquering victory can wait for when you're playing as the Klingons."

My girlfriend is such a nerd. Anna slipped away, not wanting to interrupt their bonding, or their galactic conquest. Quadrant conquest?

She threw on some yoga pants, a sports bra, and a t-shirt. It was Ohio, and she had been informed that this was considered high class by their standards. Back in the kitchen, she scrounged up some pancake mix. There was neither bacon nor eggs in the fridge to go with them, but it would still do. They could go grocery shopping later.

Before she'd even finished, Olaf and Moana were pulled from the guest room by the siren call of freshly made hotcakes. She rolled her eyes and set a plate out for Olaf while she finished making the next batch. "Eat up."

"Can we watch Star Trek?" Olaf asked.

"I'm the one who hasn't seen it, let me finish cooking first."

"Fine." He pouted, shoveling powdered sugar onto his pancakes. "But when you're done, we can?"

"Sure."

She made the next two batches, one for Moana, and one for her, and they all gathered on a fluffy couch that seemed almost unused. The small TV in front of them displayed the voyages of the starship Enterprise on its continuing mission. Olaf leaned forward, his stare intent on the screen, as he studied everything that it was to be a Starfleet officer. "I'm definitely gonna play Federation next game," he decided, nodding his head sagely.

"Sounds like a plan." Moana slipped an arm around Anna, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "You're the best."

I give her Star Trek and pancakes. Damn right, I am. "You're even better." She turned and planted a chaste kiss on the other woman's lips, tasting the slight hint of maple syrup. She'd save the more adventurous use of their mouths for later that night.

Three episodes in a row had Anna feeling like her eyes were about to glaze over. Olaf turned to her and asked, "Can I go back to my game now?"

"I was thinking we should buy groceries."

Moana groaned. "I knew there was something I forgot. Can we wait until dinner? We can get food and buy groceries."

"What about lunch?"

She checked the time on her phone. "We had breakfast at ten, that counts for lunch too, right?"

Anna wondered how many meals she skipped normally. "Olaf is a growing boy."

"I can survive off of Star Trek." He rose from the couch, heading off to his room to try to get a start on his new diet.

She sighed. "Fine, but you're at least having a snack." She turned to Moana. "Do you have apples or celery?"

Showing her teeth in an awkward smile, Moana slowly shook her head. "I barely live here. I might have a bag of chips somewhere."

"Anything healthier than that?"

"Soup?"

With an exasperated shake of her head she turned back to Olaf. "Are you at all hungry yet?"

He stopped at the bedroom door, dancing, impatient to get back to his game. "No, Mama."

"Fine, I'll give you soup and chips in like an hour for lunch."

He nodded and ran into the room to resume his expansionist goals. Moana stretched out, setting her feet in Anna's lap. "So, what are we to do with all this free time until we leave?"

Chuckling, Anna let her gaze wonder over the pilot's lean form, her hands softly sliding down her legs. "You're insatiable."

"I just figured I should get it while I can. You're only here for a week."

Anna dug her thumb into a bare foot, and Moana's breath hitched. "Sex can wait. I can give you a massage now, if that'll suffice."

She bit her lip, staring up at her. "You tease."

Anna rubbed more firmly, her free hand massaging the opposite calf. "How are your muscle so knotted?"

"Easy. I take horrible care of myself, sit in planes for long period of time, and drink lots of caffeine."

"I don't think caffeine does that."

Toying with Anna's hair, she stuck out her tongue. "Then how do you explain it."

Anna conceded. She supposed it wasn't that important. She focused on her massage, starting at Moana's feet and calves, and working her way up, paying extra attention to her thighs and ass, then her breasts, then her shoulders and neck. Moana actually did scream when she worked a particularly tender spot on her shoulder, her hand flying up to cover the sound. "Jesus, honey." Anna tried not to laugh.

"I wasn't expecting it."

"How were you not expecting it? I'd massaged every other inch of you first."

She turned back, her eye's meeting Anna's with a lascivious look. "Not quite every inch."

Anna checked the time. If they were leaving at six then they still had quite a bit of time to kill. "Oh, all right, you needy slut, just let me give Olaf his food first"

Moana giggled. "Look at you. I've corrupted you so."

"Please, you're like the least corrupting person I know."

Her eyes narrowed. "Let's fix that."

Three hours later, Anna felt no more corrupted, but substantially more exhausted, sweaty, and so very satisfied. She lay a sloppy kiss on her partner, lazily draping an arm over her chest. Perhaps just a short nap, then they could head out for dinner. She'd eaten a lot, but it had only built up an appetite.

After a quick shower, they grabbed Olaf, who had just managed to win his Ferengi campaign and was starting a Federation one, and headed to City Barbecue, which Moana promised had the best ribs in all of Cincinnati. Anna tried to assume that was a compliment.

At the table, Moana handed them paper towels and explained the assortment of sauces. Olaf abstained from sauces, surprising no one, while Anna tried the sweet and Moana mixed the sweet and hot sauces. "Okay, this is actually pretty good," Anna admitted. The place Esmeralda had shown her a couple weeks before was still better, but this was far better than she'd expected given everything Moana had said about the food selection in her fair city.

Olaf was attempting to tear off a massive chunk with his teeth. He growled, she was not sure if it was in agreement or disagreement.

"I'm glad you like it." Moana wiped a dab of sauce from Anna's mouth and finished off her second rib.

Anna giggled, looking at the sauce covering half of her partner's face. How? That doesn't even seem possible. She dipped the paper towel in her water cup and wiped her face off, giggling lightly. "You're a dork."

"I was hungry. Someone helped me work up quite an appetite earlier."

Anna busied her mouth with her food rather than trying to retort with Olaf's watchful gaze on them. He had finally managed to make it through his first rib. At least his aversion to sauce made far less of a mess to deal with. By her fourth rib, Moana was on her fifth paper towel.

"You should really try their sauces. They're really good," Moana insisted.

Olaf pursed his lips, staring up at her, the meat of the rib still held between his teeth. "No."

"What would Captain Picard do?" Is she momming my kid?

He set the rib down and considered this. "Have the ribs made in a replicator so as not to hurt any pigs?"

She hesitated, her mouth open as she tried to formulate a response. "Okay, he would do that, but not when he was exploring a new place. Think of yourself as on an away mission, exploring the primitive world of Ohio, in disguise so as to avoid violating the Prime Directive. He would at least try to eat the way the locals do, wouldn't he?"

His eyes narrowing, Olaf stared at the assortment of sauces. "But what would Sisko do?"

"Probably have a new religion formed around him."

He nodded. "But would he try the ribs?"

"Yes."

Anna just watched. If Moana could get Olaf to try something new, she wasn't going to even attempt to jump in. She knew a lot more about Star Trek than she'd ever intended to, but this was more than she could manage. She blinked in disbelief as Olaf hesitantly reached out, his arm shaking, and gripped the sweet sauce hard enough that some shot out of it. He held it out over his rib, his lip trembling as he set a tiny dot of it on the rib. He looked up at his mother and Moana, who both nodded encouragingly as he lifted it up to his mouth and took a tentative bite.

He set it back down, his face an inscrutable mask as he sorted out his feelings. Without a word, he picked the bottle back up and spread sauce over the rest of his ribs. Anna looked to Moana, as she returned to her food, marveling over the feat she'd just accomplished. Maybe there's a reason Olaf wants her to be his step mother. She really would be good at it. She's wonderful for me, and she's so good with Olaf, maybe even better than his own father, and that was something Kristoff was never bad at. I mean, I don't want to just jump straight into marrying her, but it is nice to know that if it ever happened that it could be pretty wonderful, and maybe we wouldn't be long distance anymore, though she'd still not be around a whole lot. She shook her head, there was plenty of time to figure this out, Moana wasn't going anywhere. Except all over the country.

She decided to follow Olaf's adventurous example and try out the hot barbecue sauce. As her eyes watered, she immediately regretted the decision and mixed it with sweet, the same way Moana had, while Moana laughed at her. Anna wiped away the tears and glared at her girlfriend.

"Hey, don't blame me. I didn't say to do it."

Her eyes continued to narrow. "You could've warned me."

"I'm sorry. Does your tongue hurt? Do you need me to kiss it?"

As wonderful as that sounded, it could wait until they were back at her place. "Later." She tried a bite with the sauce mixture and was pleased to find that it was much more palatable.

When they made it home, a proud Olaf felt that he had earned his place in Starfleet, and a happy Anna had earned all of Moana's extravagant attentions. Moana was just happy she'd thought to buy chocolate syrup.

Anna and Moana cuddled in bed, their limbs entangled and a blanket wrapped around them. Anna's head rested on her lover's shoulder, pressing softly against her neck. "We only have one more day together."

"You make it sound so final," Moana replied, her fingers twining their way through a tangle of red hair. "We'll see each other again soon."

Anna nuzzled in closer. "I know." Her breath flitted across Moana's neck, prompting a shiver. "I'm excited to see Elsa." Her eyes widened, she hadn't thought of Elsa in days, and the images the name brought to mind made her stomach do cartwheels. She had been so focused on Moana, that all other thoughts had vanished, but she still was going to spend a month with a woman she was madly in love with, and who she couldn't be with, for so many reasons.

"Yeah?" Moana asked, urging her to continue. "Was that the whole thought?"

"Oh, sorry." She shook her head to clear her mind, dragging Moana's hand with her. The other hand gripped her shoulder, holding her in place. "My mind wandered. I'm excited to see her, but I'm really gonna miss you."

"That was the important part, I'd say." Anna could feel her smile as Moana kissed the top of her head, sniffling as a stray hair caught in her nose. "It'll be okay. We can call every night."

Anna flushed. "I'm not doing that at my sister's house!"

"That's not what I meant, though now that you mention it, I certainly wouldn't mind." She yanked her hand free and cupped Anna's ass, shifting their position so Anna was all but straddling her and they could look into each other's eyes. "We'll talk a whole bunch. You don't have to worry. I'll be with you the whole time."

"You're so corny."

"I can be cornier. My fair red haired maiden, whose beauty knows no equal. I promise, my love for you shall never end, and I shall be by your side as you journey onward." Her brown eyes smoldered as she looked up at Anna, her hands on the small of her back.

Anna's heart skipped a bit. Moana had certainly been romantic before, but no one had talked to her like that since Kristoff back in high school. "Well then, as your fair maiden, I do pledge to be true, and to write every day until I'm back in your arms."

Their lips melded together, their arms wrapping around each other. For once, it didn't fall into sex, they just needed to feel each other's presence. "Well if this is what we're going with, maybe we should get you a chastity belt," Moana teased with a wink when they pulled apart several minutes later."

"I take back everything."

Moana pouted at her, looking up pitifully, her lower lip extended as she quivered. "But Anna~," she whined.

"No chastity belt."

"But I've always wanted to be someone's knight."

She sighed, pulling herself up into a sitting position. "You are such a dork."

"I'm aware."

She kissed her girlfriend's cheek. "Well, my gallant, wonderful, sexy, strong, heroic knight, whatever shall we do with our remaining time together?"

Moana met her eyes. "Yeah, I really like that." Her eyes almost twinkled as she smiled up at Anna. "I have a few ideas."

So the three of them hung out on the couch, watched Star Trek, and had pizza delivered. Anna couldn't have asked for a better last full day with her girlfriend.

Moana clung tightly to Anna as they waited for Anna's plane. Moana was in her uniform, as she had a flight just after Anna's. Anna had actually never seen her in it, and it was very, incredibly, extraordinarily flattering. It'd taken her quite a while until she could stop drooling over her long enough to have a conversation. The girl could rock a suit. The hat didn't hurt either.

"I don't want to go either," Anna said, echoing Moana's silent plea, and ignoring the part of her that did so badly want to see Elsa. "I can't wait until I can see you again."

"I was hoping I'd be in New York at some point while you were there, but it looks like I won't be, well other than a one hour layover."

It probably wasn't worth it to try to see each other for that, no matter how badly either of them wanted to. "When will you be able to visit?"

She smiled at Anna, looking like she actually had good news there. "It'll just be a little over a week after you get back, I'll be there the next weekend, and I made sure I had that whole weekend in town."

"That'll be wonderful."

"Yeah it will." She pulled back, looking over Anna, looking like she was trying to memorize every inch of her. "I'll see you then, and we'll talk every day, right?"

She nodded. "Of course, honey. I promise."

"Okay." Letting out a shaky breath, she nodded. "Sorry, I suck at goodbyes."

With a chuckle, Anna stared at her. "You say goodbye all the time."

"Well I suck at this goodbye."

She kissed Moana's cheek, her fingers folding between hers. "It won't be any worse than usual, we go over a month without seeing each other all the time. I know it hurts, but it won't be that long."

"I know. It's just tougher every time. It's like I'm in love with you or something."

"I love you too." She leaned her head against her girlfriend's shoulder. It was going to be difficult, especially with the distraction she was going to have around her at all times, but they'd manage. She pulled her phone out and sent an 'I love you,' to Moana, while still leaning against her. It was best to start early.

Moana looked down at her pocket, where her phone vibrated, then back to Anna, leaning forward so Anna could see her eyes, raising an eyebrow in question.

"So you'll have something from me the second I walk on the plane."

"That's adorable."

"Were you not going to make sure I had a message to read when I landed?"

"Oh, I was going to have a naked picture for that."

Anna's eyes widened. She was glad that Olaf was sitting at the window, watching the plane come in. She did her best to hide her reddening cheeks by burying her face against Moana's neck and planting a wet kiss there. "I'm looking forward to that."

"I know you are. I'll see you soon, honey."

The PA announced that the flight was boarding with scarily good timing. She was in the second boarding group, so she didn't have to go just yet, but it meant their separation was growing ever closer. "Anything you want to say before I leave?"

"Oh damsel most fair?" she offered.

Anna nodded against her. It was a good start.

"You have my sword."

She sighed, the breath tickling Moana's neck. She pulled back, offering a playful laugh. "That's what you're going with?"

"I'll send better in a text message. I can't be getting too mushy in uniform."

The wet spots from both of their tears suggested otherwise. "All right, well then I guess I'll wait until I see that."

They leaned back against each other, keeping an eye on Olaf as he marveled at another plane's departure. Anna was going to miss her scent, it had a certain earthy quality that was very comforting.

By the time they boarded, Anna and Moana had kissed each other goodbye at least a dozen times. Anna's phone chimed as she was trying to navigate around someone to make her way to their seats. She had the center with the window seat for Olaf. She didn't like the idea of him sitting next to someone she didn't know if she could avoid it.

She took out her phone to see the message. It was so corny she almost threw the phone away lest someone else see it. 'My dearest beloved, though you depart now, know that I love thee with all of my heart. You shall remain in my thoughts, until we meet again, and forever more after that. I am yours, body and soul. All my love, your knight, Moana.'

She hid the screen, her cheeks coloring again, as she turned her gaze to the window, which Olaf was pressing his face against to see the bags being loaded. The phone chimed again and she picked it back up. 'I have to head to my flight. Stay safe, let me know when you land. I'll talk to you soon. XOXO'

Before Anna could reply, a flight attendant came by to tell her to put her phone in airplane mode. Moana had taught her that that was complete bullshit, but she just sent out a quick 'I will, I love you, stay safe too,' and did as she was told. She believed her girlfriend, she just didn't want to risk it.