Elsa was perched in her candlelit office drained from carrying out her queenly duties, yet a stack of parchment piled in front of her. She glanced out the window and took note of the dark star speckled sky. 'How late is it!?' she thought to herself, eyes widening with shock, 'I must've been doing this all day...' She sat up in her handcrafted royal family chair and pressed her fingertips to her temples, feeling a migraine pulsing through her head. "Uugghh," she groaned.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Anna's signature thudding echoed like thunder, crashing against the inner bone of Elsa's skull and ricocheted until it slowly died out. She glanced at the door then squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to subdue the stabbing pain, elongating an exhale for good measure. The pale woman stood up and wobbled to the door. She closed her eyes once more to regain herself and grasped the knob to open it gently.

"Hello, your queenliness," Anna giggled and shuffled her through the doorway with a clanky pair of plates and glasses balanced in her arms. As she entered, a sweet delectable scent wafted through the air that made Elsa's mouth water. The redhead made her way to the desk full of papers and let the plates slide off her arms, producing a horribly loud sound as they hit. Elsa winced. "Sorry," Anna whispered with a little shrug, still holding a glass in each hand.

"It's fine," Elsa answered quickly, curious to see what the dishes held. "What did you bring?" She closed the door, stepped beside her sister, and peered downward.

"Cookies!" A small squeal arose from the younger girl's throat as she set the glasses down then clasped her hands together. "And they're chocolate chip, your favorite!" The freckled girl folded her arms and bit her lip proudly, eyes flicking from Elsa to the two plates of sloppily stacked cookies. "I mean, they aren't the prettiest but it's three in the morning, cut me some slack," she giggled and nudged Elsa before grabbing a cookie and stuffing it in her mouth.

Elsa gasped. "It's three in the morning?!" she repeated in a frantic whisper. "Anna, why are you up this late? Wh-… Why are you baking at three in the morning?"

Anna's posture slumped in displeasure, plopping her hands on her hips. "A 'Thank you' would suffice," she frowned, "Elsa, I should be asking why you're up. You're the queen, not me. I have all the time in the world while you probably have at least eight meetings tomorrow."

Elsa sighed and gave Anna an apologetic smile then sidestepped around the desk to sit down. "I'm sorry. Thank you for the cookies, it's very sweet of you." A particularly misshapen cookie caught her attention. Consequently, she picked it up for further examination. The queen turned it and flipped it between her fingers before taking a heedful bite with furrowed brows, only to be pleasantly surprised. "Wow," her voice obscured by the mouthful of cookie, "This is… really good."

Anna smirked and puffed her chest, "Of course they are. What'd you expect?" She paced around the desk, accidently stubbing her foot on the way, and plunked herself on Elsa's lap – prompting a soft grunt from the older girl – and shifted her weight until comfortable. She kissed the top of the blonde's head and rested an arm across her milky white shoulders.

Picking up another disfigured cookie, Elsa grinned softly and snuck her arm around the younger girl's waist. She elevated the cookie to eye level, it's ghastly lumps and rough edges coming into focus, and teasingly glanced up Anna, eyebrows raised.

The princess blinked in confusion then realized she'd been mocked. She folded her arms and huffed, "I said it's three in the morning, Elsa. You try baking in candle light."

Elsa chuckled, softly pressing the back of her pale slender hand to her lips – still holding the distorted cookie – then cleared her throat and took a bite. "They're still delicious, despite how hideous they appear. I'm surprised actually, if I'd have known of your baking skills I would've been putting you to work this whole time," she kissed Anna's freckled cheek with crumb-covered lips and dug her ice cold fingertips into her sides, smirking mischievously.

"H-Hey!" Anna yelped, "That tickles! Plus you're freezing! That isn't fair." She quickly shoved Elsa's hands away and forced a frown.

The queen laughed as her slim brow rose. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I hadn't realized," she purposefully teased the redheaded with a fake sorrowful pout, arm still looped around her waist, and immediately flung her hands to the girls stomach. Hearing Anna's giggles and pleas through shallow gasps only fueled her persistent prodding for a solid five minutes but eventually Elsa snickered in triumph and slowed her pace to a gentle stop.

She peeked up and focused on a softly panting Anna with flushed cheeks, causing heat to concentrate in her own. "You… Suck…" The redhead slowly came to. "I made you cookies and this is how you repay me?"

Elsa laughed, running a hand through her platinum hair and leaned against the chair's arm. "You're the cutest," she whispered, pinching her freckled cheek gently before homing in on the younger girl's gaze. Flashing her attention from left eye to right, she studied the beautiful teal blue flairs and lighter streaks of Anna's irises.

As they focused solely on each other the crackling of burning wood from the grand fireplace began to fade. Anna steadily rose a hand to caress the side of the queen's neck – brushing her collarbone on the way up – and placed the other on her burning cheek. Elsa shivered as her body flooded with want, eyes meeting the girl's nearing pink lips. She let her hand grasp at the loose material covering Anna's lower back.

With closed eyes, the princess leaned closer and tilted her head, their soft lips inches apart, but a sudden crash of crumbling fire logs forced them back to actuality. The flustered blonde jolted back as her view swiftly dropped to the floor, hand lifting to cover her lips.

Anna rapidly stood up and staggered back, watching Elsa with bashful eyes. "E-Elsa, I'm sorry. I-," she stumbled on the silk rug but ungracefully caught herself. She giggled nervously as the older girl's concerned eyes peered upon her. "I-I should, um… Go," she brushed a stray hair behind her ear, gave Elsa a small smile, picked up her dress and promptly jogged awkwardly out of the office.

Left stunned in the quiet room, Elsa felt herself slowly relax and sink into the maroon cushioning of her chair. She sighed happily, chin in palm, and glanced at the glasses of milk and plates of scattered cookies sitting on a stack of water-stained – courtesy of condensation – documents. She reached over to pick up a deformed cookie and grinned. The queen chuckled quietly, "She's somethin' else."