The words fill Anna with a warmth she's unfamiliar with, but she doesn't say a word. Elsa seems to understand.

Her arm is around Anna's shoulders, and neither move until the weed wears off and Anna droops sleepily. She's aware when Elsa shifts, pulling the blankets down and pushing her towards the middle. It's a big bed, but when Elsa gets in, she stays a respectable distance away.

The lamp clicks off, ensconcing them in darkness. Anna's not sure what makes her ask, in a tiny voice expecting rejection, "Can I have a hug?"