AN: i think it's funny that on the fiftieth chapter, something finally, finally happens. It's only little (please don't get your hopes up too high) but it's there, and they're progressing (also can promise that next chapter, there's a little more :) ). I got some really positive feedback regarding my characterisation of Anna last chapter, and it made me really happy, so here. have a shippy chapter :)

Everything happens so quickly and efficiently that it's almost surprising. Perhaps Elsa puts herself to work so that neither of you have to linger on the absurdity of the situation.

But it's almost too late to back out now – and you don't truthfully want to – so you leave it. Get in your chair and help move the beds (once Elsa's removed the bedside table in the centre).

Of course, then you realise that Elsa is in her PJs and you're still grotty from the day. And you don't want to leave to have a shower because that definitely gives you both breathing room to regret such a suggestion, but you have to do it.

In what feels like a world-record for speediest shower taken by a paraplegic, it's only about fifteen minutes after you leave that you're wheeling back, hair damp but clean. Elsa's sitting on the bed on her phone, but she's actually rather close to the middle. So, at least there's that – she doesn't seem to be trying to keep her distance. Even if you're not actually there yet. That's a nice thought.

She even smiles at you as you come in. As you move onto the bed, you can see that she's not actually doing work tonight; she's not answering emails on her phone, which is what you would have assumed.

She's playing Angry Birds, of all things.

"So, what's this show about?" she asks, once you're comfortable. You look at her, aghast.

"You're never seen it?" She shakes her head, eyes wide. "Oh, man, you're in for a treat. This was my entire childhood growing up."

Elsa just lifts her eyebrows, but says nothing.

It's a little awkward at first, if only because you're not quite sure where to put your legs. Elsa has hers spread out, and she's lying almost luxuriously on the bed. The laptop starts on her lap, but you both quickly realise that it needs to be between you so you can both see it. Not that you really need to watch it – you've seen this show a thousand times – but it's nice sharing it with someone.

Eventually, you just splay your legs out, too, so you're both half-lying down and leaning into each other. Elsa is completely enraptured by it; you can tell. Sometimes you glance at her, just to gauge her reactions to certain things. Her face is so expressive sometimes...

You don't even notice your eyes drifting shut until there's a sudden bang from the small speakers that jolt you up. You look at Elsa, only to find she's already looking at you and smirking. It's only little, but it's definitely there – and really, you're too used to this to actually be embarrassed anymore. You take it as a sign, instead, that she's forgotten about how shitty the day was. If you can help her forget by basically falling asleep on her, then you aren't going to complain.

And anyway, the episode is nearly over, so you let yourself relax (but not too much), sinking into the pillow. Elsa's shoulder presses against yours – she's still watching, evidently not as tired as you are. You feel a little bad when it's over because Elsa closes the lid, even though it was your idea.

"Come on, you're exhausted. We can always watch the next episode another day," she says, obviously not accepting your feeble complaints that she, at least, should be able to enjoy it.

"Why don't we put on a film or something then?" you suggest instead. You're not really ready for this day to be over yet, despite everything. Elsa gives you a look, so you try for your best puppy-dog face. It must be pretty good, because Elsa caves almost instantly.

"Don't look at me like that," she says, and you perk up the moment she reaches for the laptop again.

"Yay!" Your tiredness is all but forgotten as you cheer, and even Elsa can't help but give a smile at your good mood. It doesn't last, though; barely ten minutes into the film and you're already nodding off again.

Elsa was just... so warm... and so comfortable... And soon, you stop fighting it.