Importing my Elsanna week snippets from tumblr. Days 1, 2, 4, 5, and 6 are below. Day 3 (Nightmares) is posted separately as "What Cold (Warmth) Feels Like." Also I never really did Day 7 (Modern AU) officially, but my Modern AUs are/will posted independently as well. Fair warning that these are indeed Elsanna/Icest/Arencest drabbles; the first three are dialogue-only because I was just getting back into the swing of things. Further fair warning that Day 5: Secret Admirer is Kristelsanna (ot3 ftw). Enjoy!

Day 1: Cuddles

"It's just – I mean – I know you're not big on human contact and –"

"Anna."

"Well, really, I guess it could just be that you're not used to it anymore –"

"Anna."

"Because Mama and Papa did what they did and –"

"Anna."

"Which, for the record, I think was terrible of them – I mean, I know they meant well, but –"

"Love the of – Anna, we've been over this."

"It was still really, really, really messed up and we missed out on so much and there's never been anything wrong with you –"

"Anna!"

"I want to hug you all the time, like, all the time and I know you're not crazy about it –"

"Anna, please."

"Like I said, maybe it's just that you're still adjusting to being around people again, but –"

"…"

"…"

"But?"

"But I want to hug you all the time and you always tense up and I feel so bad about it –"

"Anna."

"I just want to feel you, you know? I need to. I – I need the reminder that I can and I just –"

"…Anna."

"Yeah?"

"Come here, snowflake."

"Really?"

"Really. You can hug me whenever you want or need to. I…. I need it, too. I need you."

"Oh, Elsa."

Day 2: First Kiss

"Oh, god, Elsa I'm so sorry, I –"

"No, no, it was my fault, I –"

"Wasn't paying attention and there was ice on the floor –"

"Was lost in my head and –"

"I shouldn't have been running. Wait, why did you make the floor icy? What were you –"

"I was just thinking about – about, well, it's nothing and –"

"…Doesn't sound like nothing, I mean, wait, what? I'm sorry, I was apologizing for –"

"Never mind, forget I mentioned it, and don't worry about –"

"Knocking into you, and making you fall and, god, I'm still on top of you, shit –"

"Running into me, it's no big deal, really, just – that was my – oh god – watch where you put your knee –"

"Oh, Elsa – wait, not like, oh, Elsa – I mean, fuck, was that your first? Elsa I'm so –"

"Language, Anna! No, no, I know you don't mean – yeah, it – it was, I –"

"Sorry – shit, sorry! Sorry sorry sorry – I'm going to get up now, I –"

"That's a good idea, dear."

"I'm sorry, Elsa, I – I didn't mean to steal your fi-first – ki – you know –"

"It's… okay – I guess – I mean, I know you didn't to."

"…Maybe…."

"…What?"

"I just – I screwed up your first k-kiss, I should, I don't know, fix it? Somehow?"

"…How?"

"Um…. Like, this?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Elsa?"

"…"

"…"

"Yeah?"

"Was – was that better?"

"…Yeah."

Day 4: Birthday

"Elsa."

"…"

"Elsa."

"…"

"Elsa."

"Mhmph."

"Elsa!"

"Anna?"

"Wake up."

"What time is it?"

"…Early."

"How early?"

"…The sky's awake?"

"Anna!"

"Come on, Elsa, just wake up."

"We're too old for this, dear."

"Elsa?"

"No."

"Do you want –"

"No, I don't. Let me sleep, Anna."

"But, Elsa –"

"It's the middle of the night –"

"I wasn't going to ask –"

"I'm trying to sleep."

"To build a snowman."

"…"

"…"

"Ugh, fine, I'm awake. What is it?"

"No, never mind. I'm sorry I woke you –"

"Anna, what? I'm awake now, so just –"

"I just thought, after what happened last night, you know –"

"Ask your question – wait, what?"

"After your birthday party…."

"Th-that was – I mean, we'd both had a lot to drink – and –"

"Hehe, yeah, but it was –"

"I thought – you said – you said you didn't remember anything –"

"Amazing."

"…"

"…"

"Elsa?"

"Yes, Anna?"

"Do you want to fuck again?"

"ANNA!"

"What?!"

"D-do you – I – you – I – do you have to say it like that?"

"How am I supposed to say it?"

"…"

"…"

"Yes."

Day 5: Secret Admirer

"Hey, Anna. Elsa. Um, I'm glad you're both here. I – erm – I mean, that means you both got your letters. The – ah – secret admirer letters. You see, over the last few months, especially since I started living at the palace, I've – um – noticed a certain attraction – that is, I mean to say, I think, I'm pretty sure I'm right, that you two both – ah – you're both attracted to – to, yes that's – no, that's not how I wanted to say it.

Sorry, girls – ladies – shit should I be calling you 'your majesty' or something, Elsa? No? Okay, good. I would have felt really stupid. Actually, I still feel really stupid. This shouldn't be so hard. I mean, I planned this all out, and I even practiced what I was going to say, because – god – this isn't something I should screw up.

I know you love each other a lot. Like, a lot. And I don't mean just as sisters – as – as more than that. Well, not more, exactly, but different. You're both wonderful and I think you deserve to be happy. And you're both so stubborn and I feel like you've been avoiding the realities of the situation. I mean, yeah, Arendelle needs an heir, but I can help you out with that. I mean, fucking, I mean in general. I know it's a complicated situation, but you're so perfect together, and I'm just trying to help. Not that I – I mean – it's not that I think you two need me, I'm sure you'd get there on your own. Together, I mean. You'd get there together, without me. I just – wait, that's not what I meant.

Oh, no, oh, no, that came out wrong. Really wrong. Not that it would be wrong! For you – you two to – to – I have no idea what I'm saying anymore. I keep making it sound like I'm – I don't know – propositioning you? Both of you. Not that I – I mean – I wouldn't mind, being with, um, with either of you. Or both. Definitely wouldn't mind both.

Because, really, honestly – Anna, I love you. Wait, no, yeah – fuck – yeah, I mean that. I do, I love you, Anna. And Elsa, whew, you're gorgeous and, come on, ice is my life! Of course I want to f-fuck! Oh, wow, did I really just…."

"…"

"…"

"…Did I really just say all that?"

...

"Anna? Does Kristoff not know that we're together already?"

"I didn't tell him yet, no."

"He's not even paying attention anymore. How deep are we going to let him dig himself?"

"Pretty deep. This is adorable."

"Shouldn't we put him out of his misery though?"

"Nah, I'm enjoying it. He's so cute!"

"Anna, that's mean."

"I know, but he's oddly sexy when he's flustered like this."

"…He is, isn't he?"

Day 6: Jealousy

Momma comes to visit and it is a happy day. Momma comes to visit and brings Brother and it is a very happy day. Momma and Brother comes to visit and bring her and it is a day of conflicted feelings. I am still happy to see Momma and Brother. I love them very much. She makes Momma smile, and that is a good thing. She gives Brother warm hugs and that is a good thing. She is always friendly and polite and, over time, she learns not to be afraid of me, but I cannot honestly say that I like her.

I like it best when just Momma and Brother come to visit. I do not even know what to call her. She is Momma's sister, which should make her my aunt, but Brother has taken to calling her Mommy. This confuses me. Brother tried to explain, but he talks nonsense much of the time. I asked Momma, but she just started to stutter and her face turned red. I suppose I could ask her, but I do not wish to speak to her. She infringes on family time, and yet she is family. I do not understand.

Momma says I am cold to her, but I cannot help it. She makes Momma laugh. She makes Brother happy, too, and she lives with them in the stone castle. I live on the mountain still. She gets to see Momma and Brother every day. Why can she not stay in the stone castle with the man and the reindeer? Why can she not stay away and let me be happy with my family?

I did not understand loneliness until Momma started to visit me. The hollow ache was natural to me. Until it went away I did not know it could. I feel something now, when she comes with Momma and Brother to visit, but I do not know what name it is called. I feel a gnawing pain that flashes hot when her hand stays on Momma's shoulder for a moment longer than truly necessary. I see how Momma's face goes pink, how Momma hides a smile, and the pain is worse. I watch as Brother cuddles with her and I hear him talk of our family as if it includes her and me both and the pain sharpens like knives are twisting in my heart. I do not understand, but I think I hate her.

One day, when Momma and Brother have come to visit (yes, they brought her), I watch from the ice palace as they head back down the mountain. I see her look back at me and she stops, tugging on Momma's arm. I do not hear the words, but I see as she leans in and kisses Momma gently. Momma blushes again and Brother giggles. She jogs back toward me and I move to shut the doors.

"Marshmallow, wait!" She calls out.

I do not want to, but Momma is watching so I try to be nice.

"I – well – can I talk to you for a minute? Please?"

I turn and walk further into the palace. I am silent, but she follows.

"I, ah, I have been talking with Elsa – with your Momma – and I think you and I need to level with each other," she wrings her hands nervously as she speaks. Her eyes dart around the room.

I wonder why she is anxious. She is no longer afraid of me, at least I had thought not.

"Marshmallow?" Now she makes eye contact. "You've heard Olaf call me 'Mommy,' right?"

I nod. The gnawing worsens.

"And you know that I love your Momma very, very much?" Her face is pink.

I do nothing. I do not understand.

She looks at me for a moment before speaking again, "I know that Olaf was, um, created when Elsa was feeling free and happy. A-and you were created when she was scared and upset. So, you have different understandings of emotions. Or something. Elsa tried to explain it to me." She starts to pace the room. "My point is, I think you're jealous of me. Like, I think you think I'm interfering with your time with your family."

I stiffen, standing straight and proud. I frown deeply. I do not like that she knows this about me.

She sighs. "The thing is, Marshmallow, I'm your family, too. I love your Momma, and I'm Olaf's Mommy, and – well – I guess I'm kind of your step-mother. I don't want to be an evil step-mother though. I really don't. I want," she takes a deep breath, "I want us to have a relationship, too. Please, just, think about it, okay?"

I blink slowly. Jealous. Step-mother. I begin to understand. The gnawing lessens. My heart feels lighter. Maybe I do not hate her.

"Will you think about it, please?" She asks me.

"Yes," I say, "because I know it will make Momma and Brother happy if we get along better. They are my family and I love them."

Her face lights up, then falls, and then she scowls as I speak. "I suppose that's as good a place to start as any. I hope I can earn a place in your heart, too, Marashmallow. I'm willing to work for it."

I do not reply to this. I do not know how.

She hesitates for a few seconds more, then smiles at me and waves, turning back to catch up with Momma and Brother, so they can return to the stone castle together.

I watch them until the slope of the mountain hides them away. Just as they dip out of sight, Momma turns and smiles at me. She looks hopeful. Momma's hand is twined with hers. With Anna's. My step-mother. I shake my head. I will try to understand, but I can only do so much thinking in one day. My family will visit again soon. Momma and Brother… and Anna promised.