Way too long since I last posted a cutesy drabble. So have one. And now, sleep.

”I’m home!”

”Don’t slam the–!” WHUMP. ”– door.” Elsa shook her head and turned the page; scooting down lower in the couch while she listened to the familiar sounds. She settled her arm behind her head to prop it up a little further on the armrest and waited; knowing that she wouldn’t be able to properly focus on her book until after the redhead had removed her shoes, anyway.

Thunk.

Left shoe.

Thud.

Right shoe. Elsa shaped a smile and turned her attention back to the story; allowing their shared apartment to fade at the edges as she re-immersed herself in the t–

THUNK.

Her head whipped up, and turned enough for her to frown in puzzled concern at the small hallway. ”Anna?”

”Sorry!” came the call, along with the – now softer – sounds of socked feet. ”I swear, library books are heavier than the ones you just buy.”

Elsa chuckled. ”To make up for the price you don’t pay?”

”Har har.” The fiery head poked around the edge of the doorway; followed by the rest of Anna’s body as she entered the room, smirking. ”Y'know, I wouldn’t have scared a few days off your life if someone had left her little fantasy world long enough to get the door for me.”

”Now, now.” She didn’t lift her eyes from the book, but did raise a single, reprimanding finger. ”You’re a big girl and a liberated, 21st century woman. You’re perfectly capable of opening doors on your own.”

There was a long, theatrical sigh, and then Elsa oofed when a warm, familiar weight unceremoniously plopped down on top of her.

”Here lies chivalry,” Anna mourned, with her voice muffled by how her face was pressing into Elsa’s shoulder. ”Abandoned and forgotten.”

”Dork.” Her voice was warm, however, when she set the book aside and instead curled her arms around her lover and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. ”I’m sorry.”

”Mm, you should be.” Anna’s breath was warm against her skin, and though her voice was sulky, she could feel the smile against the side of her throat. ”All you had to do was open one tiny, little door.”

Elsa didn’t respond; in fact, she closed her eyes because those soft lips were traveling up over her jaw and cheek in a path that usually led to her mouth, but even though the shade cast by Anna’s head fell across her own face, the kiss she was expecting didn’t come.

”Open the door,” she heard Anna murmur; pensively this time.

”Anna?” She waited for those pale eyes to zero back in on hers, and quirked an eyebrow. ”No.”

Pout. ”Open the door?” That, with a hopeful lift of the fiery eyebrows as Anna lifted herself up on her own hands.

”No.”

”Pweeeeeese?”

”Anna, so help me God…”

”Open the dooooor!” was the unrepentant reply; now in the most pitiful whine imaginable.

”Oh, my God, it’s like a puppy just ran into a mirror!” Elsa yelped, and squirmed when a warm nose found the curve of her jaw and nuzzled the spot with a whimper. ”Stop that!”

Anna sniffled against her neck and mewled sadly. ”Open the door…”

A long, pained sigh, and Elsa let her head drop back and closed her eyes. ”… get on the floor.”

There was a whoop and a sudden shift, and then Anna was straddling her and throwing her hands in the air victoriously. ”EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR!”

Else cracked one eye open, and in spite of her best efforts to form a proper glower, the grin on Anna’s face was infectious. ”You’re lucky I love you.”

”The luckiest,” Anna agreed without her grin dropping in the slightest, and – this time – kissed her.