I don't own Frozen. Aesla is god.

Anna woke to the smell of bacon for the first time in three months, eyes fluttering open. She was in her bed up in the Natchitoches. Groaning, she waved her hand around, trying to find the bacon scenter on her bedside table, only to find nothing but bare wood.

"E.J., is the Iphone on your... E.J.?" Anna turned, finding her bed empty. The smell of bacon was joined with the smell of eggs and chocolate syrup. Her stomach growled dangerously. Lifting an eyebrow Anna rose from the bed, wrapping her covers around her and hooding her head to hide and battle down her bedhair.

She walked down the steps into the kitchen, brushing stray red hairs out of her face. The morning sun's glow fell upon her feet and Anna hesitated, as if the columns of light were murky depths she did not want to enter. Everything felt dream-like. She felt vulnerable. She smelled bacon.. and mint. Cautiously, yet happily, the corners of her eyes crinkling, she strode forward.

E.J. was in the kitchen, her hair braided. She was humming. There were no men with guns, no furniture upturned. Her home was just the way she had left it when she went to sleep. They were safe. They were SAFE. Together. Anna thumbed away a tear that threatened to trickle down her cheek.

Safe. Anna grinned crookedly. Comrades, friends. Sisters, lovers. We are.

Anna slipped into the room unannounced and unseen, her protective cloak of comforter dragging behind her. She looked quite silly, shifting with E.J.'s movements, staying behind her and out of sight, trailing an orbit around her. E.J. had been her sun, but now Anna was a sun too, no longer some object caught in E.J.'s gravity. They were Albireo, two suns, she was one half of an equation, and Anna's orbit drew Anna closer to E,J.

My life is brilliant. My love is pure.

When she was certain she wouldn't disturb her cooking, Anna wrapped her arms around E.J. from behind and pressed bare skin to bare skin, fingers curling into alabaster. Anna let out a "rawr!" sound and pulled Jane back into an embrace. E.J. started but stayed put and relaxed backwards into Anna, letting her sister wrap her up in a comforter.

"Ah! You got me. Clever girl." E.J. smiled.

Where do I begin? What am I supposed to say?

"Good morning." Anna whispered to Jane's shoulderblade, resting her head against E.J. such that she could feel the pulsating current of E.J.'s heart.

"Good morning." Jane replied, just as quiet, running one hand over Anna's. Touching her knuckles, her nails, the length of her fingers, tracing paths back towards Anna's palms and sliding fingers between fingers and squeezing. Everything was touching everything.

Physicality.

"You're making breakfast. Bacon... and pancakes." Anna said simply, adjusting her impromptu cloak to envelople E.J's shoulders.

"Mm-hm." Jane didn't move, just relaxing in Anna's grip and embrace, letting the comforter fall over her shoulders and envelop her. "I thought- it would- I wanted to make everything... not.. perfect, but.. comfortable? A little bit of familiar, a little bit of new." She moved the pan off the burner and turned everything off, then turned around in the comforter's embrace. She took A's wrist with her, though, drawing it around her and tightening the knot it created, pressing them together and then letting Anna's hands slide away to E.J.'s back, where they pressed gently against her shoulderblades to pull her in.

"Hey, that's my shirt." Anna breathed in the scent of E.J. in her clothing and rested her hands on E.J.'s back, clasping together.

"I couldn't find mine. I figured you wouldn't mind if I stole one of yours." E.J. said with a cheeky grin.

"So what's with making breakfast? You never did that before."

"I learned." E.J. said simply, as if it were obvious. "I... thought maybe real bacon... waking you up.. ah.." E.J. fumbled over her words, looking a bit distressed. "I meant to practice saying this first..." Anna smiled in her sleepy, genuine Anna way and gently stroked the side of E.J.'s cheek.

"I want to keep you." Anna whispered, and leaned back just far enough that she could give her sister a gentle peck on the lips, an intimate morning sigh into each other, not a flight or a fall but a just existing together kiss, lips touching, muscles relaxed and inviting. Their lips parted but they didn't part from each other, not really. Even when Anna let E.J. go to finish the cooking, they were still together in that kiss. It would last them the morning.

Anna was her girl.

Breakfast was served on the coffee table in front of the couch, and both of them ate quietly, saying nothing, glancing at each other and trying to hide their smiles. Anna rocked gently into E.J. and stole a piece of toast; E.J. stole a kiss and snuck some of Anna's eggs onto her plate.

Anna was laughing when E.J. bit down on her neck like a porcelain tiger, and the playful energy in the room turned into a heat.

Repeatable results.

They didn't pursue the heat, but rather basked in it lazily like lizards in the sun, enjoying the feeling of being together as they finished each other's plates.

There was much to be done, to be said, to be lived.

They had time. They stole the last few hours of morning light for themselves.