Elsa's legs were barely able to support her weight, they were shaking so hard. Her heart skipped a beat every time a figure came through the doors in front of her, resuming its usual pattern once her brain had caught up and established it wasn't Anna.You'll probably have a legitimate heart-attack when it is her. Maybe you can keep her company in the hospital.Her parents stood beside her, neither of them attempting to talk over the loud chatter that filled the arrivals lounge. Her mother was wringing her hands, eyes darting over the crowd of people, as her father fiddled with the car keys, the incessant jingling driving Elsa mad.She was about to lunge over and grab them, when a wheelchair was pushed through the doors, and Anna's exhausted but smiling face came into view.Elsa's heart leapt into her throat, thankfully still beating."Anna!" she blurted, rushing forward, stopping a foot in front of the girl, unsure of how to greet her.Take it easy. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans.Her sister shook her head, holding her arms open. "C'mere you goof," she teased, and Elsa hesitated for only a second, before falling into Anna's arms.Her warmth was overwhelming. Elsa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her chest felt full, and her stomach was doing flips. All her apprehension over Anna's return melted away now that her sister was home, safe and in her arms. Nothing else matters right now."I missed you," the younger girl whispered into her ear, and Elsa exhaled heavily, nodding against her shoulder, unable to speak. After a moment she pulled back, standing again, letting her parents embrace their daughter.