Anna will fall asleep, head on Elsa’s lap, and Elsa can’t help the smile that crosses her lips. Anna will always be the little girl, head in the clouds and freckles darkened by the sun, that Elsa knew so long ago.

Anna will be so beautiful, drenched in moonlight, and Elsa can’t help the gasp that passes her lips. Anna will always be the gorgeous woman, hips swaying and lips curled in a devilish smirk, that Elsa knows so well now.

Elsa is so overcome with gratefulness that she can’t speak. She still can’t believe that she is allowed such happiness in her life. That someone so cold could ever hold someone so warm.