I don't own Frozen, and Stolen Ice and its characters belong to Aesla.

Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do...

A stirred as the smell of bacon filled her dreams, becoming aware that she was asleep, then rising from the haze into awareness. It was like waking up in the movies- she could feel sleep pull itself away from her, each new real sensation like a paint brush of the mind, creating the waking world stroke by stroke. Cracking an eye open, her view was filled with pale, flawless breast. Her cheek rested on Jane's arm, and she had an iron grip on Jane's midsection. Jane's hand was on top of her wrist. Also, Jane's shirt was missing. Why is Jane's shirt missing? Irrelevant at the moment. She could hear Jane breathing, feel her breathing, feel mint over her face. She took a deep breath of it, and she felt alive.

For a few minutes A basked in simply being awake, unfamiliar with the sensation occuring without a lifeline of coffee and having sleep drip off her like ice. She could bounce out of bed and start her day singing if she wanted to. If only she wasn't bedlocked with flawless skin and mint.

Why is Jane's shirt missing?

Guilt welled up inside A abruptly like a poked bruise. She shouldn't be seeing this. She didn't deserve it. She hadn't earned it. Sure, she had seen it before- but that thought brought thoughts of Amsterdam, and that brought more guilt. Despite being surrounded by dreamlike, perfect sensations, she couldn't feel sicker.

She released her fingers from Jane's sides -oh god her abs- and attempted to pull her arm off, but Jane's hand was on top her wrist. Her motion caused Jane's fingers to tense and Jane's hand squeezed. The woman murmured and shifted onto her side, facing away from A, causing an intricate tangle of limbs and bodies to loosen and tighten, like ropes sliding into a knot. A's cheek slid off Jane's arm, her leg atop Jane's was nudged off by knees turning and legs shifting.

She took A's wrist with her, though.

A's fingers were now pressed underneath Jane's side, her arm wrapped around Jane's middle, and she was sidled up against Jane's back as a result. One of Jane's feet adjusted itself and was now laying atop A's ankle.

A's guilt immediately mellowed with the removal of Jane's more intimate nudity from A's sight, but they were spooning now. But Jane had initiated it. Did that make it acceptable? Had unconcious cuddles become part of the weird-but-okay dynamic they had going at night, and if so, was that still okay after Amsterdam? Normally, upon waking A would disentangle herself from Jane with the same skill she removed paintings from their frames. Normally, she was the clumsy mess of limbs that somehow tripped over herself in her sleep onto Jane, and Jane would be graceful and still as a sleeping princess, unreacting.

Both of them being asleep meant an unspoken, uncognizant agreement to lower the barriers between them. A being asleep and Jane awake had meant partially unspoken, partial lowering of those barriers. So, A reasoned, did A being awake and Jane asleep mean the same?

Only Jane could tell her that, she realized. The same Jane who had untwisted and retwisted them into this position without even realizing she was doing it, damnit. A could untie Jane's knots, but it would wake Jane. A didn't wish the discomfort of an interrupted sleep on Jane, especially, especially if it was her fault.

So she stayed still. She took no conscious action to continue or discontinue the contact. She waited until the smell of bacon faded from the room. She waited until the light began to filter in. She waited until the tension of staying so still was making her muscles ache but she still didn't move. Her perfect awakeness faded into tiredness and then uncomfortable but respectful dozing.

"...how come you gotta be so hot?" A mumbled. "It's like cheating. It's not fair. I can't compete. You wouldn't cling to me if I climbed into bed naked, would you? ...would you?"

A remembered Jane crying"A-A...A!" through the earplug into her world, as if Jane were there beside her. Calling her name.

A buried her head into Jane's shoulderblade and burned. Okay, now she was uncomfortable and thinking uncomfortable thoughts about her friend. Her friend with the perfect physique, electric superpowers, and god, that mint breath.

A desperately needed some alone time in the shower. It was becoming even more uncomfortable pressing against Jane. Muscle tension was now supplemented with desire. It was no longer enough to just be inactive; now she had to will herself not to move, not to touch, not to cuddle. She wanted this moment to last forever and it made her feel guilty and a little twisted. Like a A-shaped knot, all tied up in Jane.

"...maybe you'd be open to the idea of.. friends with... naw.. how would I even bring that up..." A sighed. "Besides, you deserve better. From me. I gotta.. I want to be worth this. But how will I know when.. god, Jane, you're so difficult to read..." An upset sigh turned into a wide yawn and A nudged her head against the pillow and Jane. Static was building up. She felt vaguely aware she was talking to Jane's shoulderblade. It didn't strike her as unusual that she was doing so. She kind of liked it.

It was weird-but-okay. That thought stuck with her. It didn't comfort her completely, but at least she could hold Jane without it needing to be weird. She could want more, but she had to earn it. She tightened her grip and let her forehead rest against Jane. She felt a kind of peace. She was holding Jane. Her arm ached. She was falling in love with the smell of mint and shoulderblades. It was weird, but it was okay.

Three hours after A's bacon alarm had went off, Jane felt the sleep drain from her body, calling her to leave her dreams. Something was tickling the back of her head. A was nestled into her shoulderblade, her arm loosely draped over Jane's belly. Jane moved to pull A's arm off and was surprised by how knotted A's muscles felt. It felt like it must be painful. Her eyes found the dull red glow of the electronic clock. A had slept in. Had the bacon alarm malfunctioned again? She'd need to take a look at it. Something inside of her twinged at the possibility that she might have gotten A a defective gift.

Jane shook her head, trying to clear away the tickling sensation. The knot of Jane and A came free.

As soon as A's arm was loose the redhead flumped sideways onto her back, letting out a tremendous exhale and stirring, slowly rubbing at her bicep and moving like a creaking door. Jane rolled onto her back and started at the sight of enormous redheaded fluff lurking beside her.

Oh my god, A's hair.

"Good morning, sleepyh- what? What's goin- oh." A said, pulling herself onto her good arm, resting her head on her hand, and looked down amused and blushing at Jane. She was blocking the sunlight, which filtered through her hair like a red, twisting kaleidoscope.

Jane, who was pressing gloved fingers to her lips with a growing smile, tried to restrain a fit of giggling until tears welled up at the sides of her eyes. It was like trying to stop the rain; Jane managed to stop the first few drops but the rest came out pattering like little bells in the morning, filling the cozy little hotel room with unexpected but honest and welcome mirth.