I don't own Frozen. Stolen Ice and its characters belong to Aesla.

It was a rainy day, grey like the fjords. The internet was still spotty as hell, and tensions were starting to rise, packed inside the hotel room with nowhere to go. A's contacts in London had yet to get back to her, and without any leads, she was left to rely on Jane, who was relying on a connection that was interrupted constantly and slow even when it was stable. It did not make for a good combination, and nerves were growing prickly.

A relaxed with her iPod on the bed, earbuds plugged in, using a touch piano program to play music. With two fingers tapping back and forth rhythmically on the screen to each song's beats, she sang softly enough that Jane, who was across the room tinkering with the bacon scent attachment, couldn't quite hear her. A understood that Jane needed space and quiet. It kept their prickly nerves from turning sharp and their banter from turning into barbs.

"You and me together, we'll be." A hummed. "Forever, you'll see. Yes, we'll always be good company, you and me.."

In truth, Jane was thankful for the faint background noise as she scanned through the bacon scent attachment's code. It was like the hum of computers, a constant comfort that she was nearby familiar and friendly things.

She didn't understand what was she was reading; the bacon scent had gone off exactly when it was supposed to, according to the information she pulled off the attachment.

So A simply hadn't gotten up...

"A?" Jane called out. A kept tapping and humming, so Jane looked around for something soft to throw at her. A banana was sitting nearby from the remains of breakfast. Not that soft, but A had bonked her with sunscreen and lotion once. She tossed the banana. "A!"

A swung around to look at Jane this time, eyebrows raised. She was greeted with the pointy end of a banana colliding into her forehead and bouncing off to the floor with the force of a boomerang.

"Ow!? Jane?!" A pulled the plugs out of her ears. "What the hell?" Her hand went to her forehead. The banana's rough tip had collided just over her right eye near her hairline, leaving a slight mark and a tiny cut smaller than a thumbprint, but blood has a habit of making even the tiniest of injuries appear much worse.

Jane blanched and stood up immediately, guilt cracking her stoic expression like glass. Alarm bells filled her head. She tried to speak, but instead closed her mouth and stared at the red mark on A's forehead. Walking stiffly into the bathroom, she approached A seconds later with a box of bandages and a cloth, her gloved fingers working into the cardboard like it was a stress ball, practically crunching the box.

"I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry." Jane slid next to A on the bed and reached up with the cloth, hesitating as A's hand was still on the mark, holding it. A gave her a sour look and let her hand down, letting Jane slide A's hair back and pat the tiny cut with the cloth. "I'm really sorry."

"There are better ways of getting my attention." A muttered. Good Company was now streaming quietly behind them from her iPod as Jane took out a small bandage and slid it over the cut, pressing firmly. "It doesn't hurt, it's okay."

"It was bleeding." Jane said, unsure if she was explaining or apologizing.

"It's just a little banana bruise. It'll be gone by tomorrow." A reached up and took Jane's hand in her own, bringing it down. "Hehe. You gave me a banana bruise."

"I'm sorry." Jane bit her lower lip.

A sighed and looked over to Jane with a 'Really?' expression written on her face. It softened as she saw Jane's eyes, nervous and unsure.

Right. Ice Queen. Doesn't know these things aren't a deal. A chided herself.

"Seriously, it's okay. It's just a tiny bruise, Jane. It doesn't mean anything."

Jane relaxed immediately, releasing a relieved sigh that had been pent up inside her since the banana's impact. A tilted her head, then leaned over and slipped her arms under the taller girl's shoulders, pulling her into a loose hug that Jane hadn't known she'd been wanting, patting Jane's back.

"Social lesson number one: these things don't matter between friends. You can snap at me and throw bananas at me and you don't need to apologize. If I feel hurt I'll tell you, okay?"

To her surprise Jane felt a curious bubble swell up and a feeling that, yes, it was okay, stuck in her chest. If A hurt she would tell her. She believed that. She trusted that A would do that. She trusted A. She didn't need to question herself about A's actions and reactions. She just knew that A was genuine.

Jane raised her arms around A's back and squeezed A in return, content to let the new information of I trust A filter through her mind, colouring memories, influencing data. It was binary now. She either trusted A or she didn't, and she did. It gave her a buzz that alcohol had never given her.

A pulled away from Jane, holding the girl's shoulders and looking up into Jane's face.

"Yoooouu just had a whole moment there, didn't you?"

"...Yes." Jane admitted.

"You wanna tell me about it?"

"...not yet. I'd like to process it." Jane replied honestly. A smiled, giving a careless shrug.

"Well, okay. What was it you needed?" A smiled back and let her hands drop into her lap.

"The bacon alarm- it went off at the right time, didn't it? Did it wake you up?"

A's eyes widened and she looked at the floor, cringing. "Uh... yes. Actually, it was the best waking up I've ever woken up with." Jane beamed but A didn't see it.

"Then why didn't you get up?" Jane pressed.

"You didn't let me." A mumbled, fiddling with her fingers. "When I woke up we were, um, cuddling," Jane's eyes widened. "and, you know, we have this thing that we don't speak about even though I'm speaking about it now. Where it's okay to sleep in the same bed because we're adults and you've never had a problem with my sprawling so some things are okay because we're not, like, doing it, it's just happening, and that's why I didn't like, immediately roll off." Deep breath. "But also because I didn't.. I didn't want to wake you up. So I just... held you. For three hours. Until you woke up."

A slid her eyes from the floor up to Jane, grimacing. Jane had a contemplative look on her face, and didn't speak.

"...are... are we cool?" A asked.

Jane nodded satisfied. "I believe you. You didn't mean anything by it. It's weird." She said, and A felt like her heart might plummet into the depths of her stomach. "But, it's okay." She let the words linger in the air, filling the room and soothing any nerves that had risen. The tension in the room washed away like rain drops against windows. A desperately wanted to hug Jane again. The girls shared crooked grins until Jane glanced to her tablet. "I should get back to work."

A nodded, and Jane moved back to the table with her computer, momentarily losing herself in thought and data.

"Hey, Jane?" A called out.

"Yeah?" She replied, focused on the tablet.

"Banana bruise!"

Jane looked up just in time for a banana to bounce off her head.