The scarce contact of her sister’s satin hands gauged the bated vibrato of the young regent’s heart. She had grown bereft of her sibling’s ebullient presence. Her infectious mirth permeated the surge of her veins. Elsa mused the taboo affections lingering amidst the tumult of her thoughts, stoking a visceral intrigue. She quelled the urge to withdraw her grasp from her sister, as though her sullied touch could taint her companion’s jubilance.
Azure eyes fell to the careful embroidery of her sister’s skates. Teeth stayed the turn of a coy simper.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Elsa confessed with a chuckle.
“I suppose there isn’t much harm in it.” The young sovereign mused, stifling a shudder as unwelcome recollections threatened to compromise her mantle of contentment. Perhaps it would be wise to associate the chambers of the ballroom with pleasantries astride her beloved sibling.
Her stare fell to the stroke of crimson adorning her sister’s porcelain countenance. A familiar endearment resonated within the surge of her breast. The appearance of her sister’s smile rescinded her hesitation.
“Will you be able to make your way to the ballroom?”
“While I am happy the skates meet your approval, they’re quite difficult to walk in.”
"pff – nothing I can’t handle! I mean, if I can’t even do it on regular ground, how could I do it on ice?
– it can’t be that hard. "
she may have stumbled a bit on the way over, but that was like … a whole thirty seconds ago && it’s not like she could do any worse.
“so, c'mon! let’s skate! i’ve been working on my balance, and I think I’m gonna do a lot better this time."
with fingers intertwined, and a burst of enthusiasm that was so entirely anna she began to lead them back into the ballroom, stumbling all the way.
◖ cherished quality time , to make up for time l o s t . ◗
