I don't own Frozen. Stolen Ice is Aesla's creation, as are the characters within it.

The first thought that entered Jane's mind was how nice it was to finally be back in her own bed. The second thought was how nice it was that A found her bed as comfortable as she did. It pleased her, in some strange sense of reciprocity. She hadn't realized until tonight that she cared about A enjoying her sleep, but after all the time she'd spent in one of A's spare beds, it had somehow become important to her. Like bacon-scents and cronuts. Everything would come together.

Pleased with her results and looking forward to the morning (When did that start happening?), Jane felt so, so ready to drift into the relaxing void of sleep.

"Jane?" A mumbled. "You're a lemur."

"W-what?" Jane sputtered, trying to keep her voice down. "No I'm not."

"uh huh..." A shifted under the covers, laying on her back. The covers were tight against her; Jane could see the faint raise and fall of A's torso supplemented by the modest curvature of A's chest. She was taking notice of these things a lot, Jane realized. It was making her chest feel warm. It was also rather distracting.

"Well, you're a... a fox." Jane said lamely.

"Aw, thanks...snaugh..."

Wow, Jane, you're bantering with someone asleep and somehow still losing.

"..mm...thighs.. knees.. fingertips.." A murmured, then sighed happily.

"Sssh, A. Sleep." Jane instructed, taking deep breaths. Sleep was coaxing her forward. She stretched her legs and relaxed. A shifted again, laying on her side, this time facing Jane.

"...ass..."

Jane didn't have too much time to process that one, as A's hand flopped across her belly button, bare skin pressing against bare skin and her palm sliding over Jane's side, fingers curling into alabaster. Jane's belly was being hijacked for cuddling. She never imagined that another woman would touch her this way. She hadn't imagined anyone would ever be touching her this way again, but it was A. Her mind cringed, her heart beat heavily, and her body... tingled.

"...win me a fox at the carnival... kay...?"

Jane rolled her eyes lazily and closed them. Images of bright lights and games and rides played out, scenes from movies pieced together. A was beside her in every one of them.

"As you wish." Finally, silence stretched out comfortably between them.

One of A's eyes opened, peeking up at Jane, and a smile passed over her lips like water rippling. She closed her eye and gave the faintest of squeezes to Jane's midsection.