Author's Note: Tiny drabble because I can't sleep, so neither will my characters.

Them's Fighting Words

Elsa glanced up from her book, lit by the small frostfire lamp, when Sofia nudged her with an elbow. "Look," she whispered, pointing down at the back of Anna's head, which was the only part of her that was not currently buried in the other woman's chest, her entire body atop hers.

The queen snorted at the sight of her sister ensconced in her lover's cleavage. "Did you put her there?" she asked, peering at Sofia suspiciously. The woman raised her hands in a gesture of complete innocence, letting loose an uncharacteristic giggle when Anna, still completely unconscious, nuzzled her. "Tickles," she said under her breath, and Elsa immediately covered her face with the bottom of her book: she would have to hold onto that information for later. For now, she watched as Sofia stroked the back of Anna's hair, the moonlight like a set of gentle covers that curled around the pair of them as they cuddled together.

Sofia tilted her head, smiling when Anna made a small noise and wrapped her arms tighter around her. "I just hope she doesn't suffocate."

"I wouldn't worry about that happening," Elsa murmured as she turned the page. Sofia chuckled and leaned her head back, sighing as she relaxed and waited for sleep to take hold of her.

And waited.

And waited.

There was something that was bothering her, and yet she couldn't quite figure it out. She frowned in the dim light, wondering just what it was.

Two hours later…

"You…you-! Are you calling me flat?!"

"Wait, wh-SOFIA let go of-oh come on, it's three in the morning would you go to SLEEP!"

"…mmmyou two boobs be quiet already, immasleepy…"

"Oh good job: couldn't wait until the morning to have a half-shouted conversation, no, you had to be loud, didn't you?"

"Girls, hey, please, just…"

"Take it back. Now."

"Seriously? You want to do this now?...make me."

"…I will use my mommy voice on you both."

"She started it!"

Elsa steamed silently. Beside her, Sofia was summoning small snowballs on top of her knees and flicking them away as the pair of them leaned against the bedside.

"At least we don't get cold," she said.

Elsa glared at her in the darkness. "Don't think I don't blame you entirely for this."

Sofia gave her a look. "Don't even pretend to be innocent."

A pair of pillows smacked into their heads, and both women begrudgingly accepted the gifts from above and took up their positions several feet away from one another. At least it wouldn't be long until morning.

Author's Note: Sorry. I have a thing for Sofia getting dunked on. The joke here is that Anna could be talking to Sofia's cleavage or to the two dunces she has as lovers, since "boob" means "idiot".