Elsa found herself actually enjoying their current companionship. With absolutely no secrets left between them, they were getting along better than they had in years – albeit with a strong undercurrent of barely-concealed lust colouring their every interaction.With that somewhat pleasant thought, Elsa walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, a bowl of ice cream in each hand. She glanced at Anna, who was still engrossed in the movie playing on the television, her ankle propped up on a footstool and spoon hanging from her mouth.She grabbed the handle of the utensil when she saw Elsa re-enter the room, face lighting up. "Thanks sis," she said, brightly, taking a bowl when the older girl held it out to her. "You'll make a real good butler someday."Elsa slumped down into the cushions, rolling her eyes. "Thank you, Anna," she deadpanned. "That's exactly what I've always aspired to be."The younger girl stuck a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, before nudging her sister's knee. "I'm kidding," she drawled. "We all know you're gonna be a badass rocket scientist working for CERN or something." Suddenly, she frowned down at the bowl. "You forgot my sprinkles."You make me forget my own name. Elsa bit her tongue, letting the words die in her throat.