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The surge of a smile drew across the ivory queen’s expression, anchored by the bridge of her teeth. A visceral terror acquiesced the burgeoning affection that suffused the fathoms of her stifled heart. Elsa’s stare belied the hesitation of her turbulent mind. She hesitated to tether her wayward mind to the worn mantra binding her to a sordid ignorance.
This was another matter altogether.
Elsa steadied her breath, quelling the instinctive plumes of snow stemming from the tumult of her precarious emotion.
“Anna, it’s alright.” She insisted with a bated chuckle. “I’d be happy to teach you.”
The young sovereign struggled against the urge to surround herself in her embrace, ensconcing herself in wear bones as she stifled the churn of nerves nagging at the depths of her taut abdomen.
“Do you still have your skates?”
☃ _ ღ ❝Really!?❞ The surprised outburst whirred past parted lips, both hands coming together in a jubilant clap of sorts. It took nearly everything in her to keep from throwing her arms around her sister and just smothering her in affections.
After years and years of scarce interaction between the two, Anna found this to be a rather frequent difficulty. If it were up to her, she’d spend her days with her arms around her sister while she went about her duties, in an attempt to make up for the attention she’d been starved all those years.
She'd so do it, if Elsa would consider it in any way shape or form acceptable, anyway.
❝Thanks!
…And of course I do. Want me to go get them?
I’ll be quick – back in a flash!
I’m really fast, you know.❞