Over at a friends, it’s been for frickin’ ever since I’ve posted anything…so I figured what the hell!

“ELSA! elSA I AM DYING!” Anna calls out from hers and Elsa’s shared bed, lying on her back eyes covered by an arm draped across her face. A blonde head pokes its head in. “Anna, you are most certainly not dying.” A plaintive cry comes from the bed along with a dry cough. “Am to els, I’m dying, you’re going to have to have a whole funeral and memorial ceremony for me. Just listen to me, I sound horrible. I MUST be dying.” Elsa chuckles shaking her head, platinum bangs swaying as she does so. “Anna trust me. It’s just a little cough, a wittle itty bitty cold. Just stay in bed, eat some soup and you’ll be fine.” Anna groans burrowing under the covers coughing as she does so. “Dying I tell you!” Elsa retreats from the room turning to walk down the hall. “I’ll go make you some soup and grab the cough drops, I’ll be right back. Make sure you don’t die while I’m gone.” The red head huffs and replies in a slightly snarky manner “maybe I will, then you’ll see IT WASNT JUST A LITTLE COUGH!!” Elsa laughs shoulders shaking slightly, walking to retrieve afore mentioned soup, returning quickly with it as well as the cough drops. “Alright Anna, soup is ready. Careful it’s still a bit hot.” Anna makes no reply, and doesn’t move beneath the mountain of quilts piled up on the bed. “Anna?..” Elsa sets the soup down on the bedside table and sits beside the mound she believes just might contain her sick little redhead. “Anna, c'mon now, you have to eat.” Still no reply. Elsa shakes her head and stands saying as she does so “Anna enough playing, your soup is going to get cold.” She walks to the foot of the bed, facing towards the wall where the dresser sits. She looks at her reflection in the dresser mirror a second before beginning to turn back towards Anna. As she begins to turn back towards Anna, the redhead springs up from the covers jumping on Elsa yelling as she does so. “Ima Zombiiiiiiie!!” Elsa laughs catching her. “You’re pretty lively for someone who’s dying” Anna pouts slightly then smiles laughing along with Elsa. “I got bored with dying. I have too much to live for.” She presses a sweet kiss to Elsas lips, the blonde pressing back, returning the kiss. “Now about that soup.” Elsa laughs and puts Anna back on the bed, rounding the side so she can retrieve the bowl from the bedside table. “I love you Anna.”

“I love you too Elsa.” The two lay on the bed, Elsa spoon feeding Anna the soup.