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A burgeoning endearment suffused the erratic surge of the ivory queen’s jaded heart, acquiesced by a poignant regret for the astonishment permeating her sister’s fervent exclamation. The honeyed tumult of a chuckle donned the turn of her mouth.
“Really.” Elsa echoed. The veiled touch of her fingers fell to the bow of her smile, her azure stare ascending with a tender bewilderment of her sister’s effervescent zeal. The young sovereign silently prayed she would never grow accustomed.
“You needn’t rush.” She insisted, offering her companion a cant of her head. “I believe you.”
“I’ll be here.”
☃ _ ღ Anna sighed, relief washing over her as her sister gave her willingness to wait. She didn’t wish to waste her time, or to unintentionally anger her with said wasting, so the moment permission was granted, she darted straight to her room, braids bouncing with each hurried step.
She dove into her closet, straight into a pile of unwashed, unfolded clothes. Tossing the garments about every which way, she began her frantic search for the ice skates her sister had given to her on that fateful day. Seeing Elsa happy – seeing her free to use her powers in front of the entire kingdom, as they all rejoiced in her presence. It had truly been one of her best days, and she could think of nothing else as she dug through the piles strewn about her room.
— she didn’t think she’d ever be able to forgive herself if she lost them.
Her eyes widened when she gripped the icy blade, a high pitched squeal escaping her as she yanked them out and darted to her bed, slipping them on and lacing them up in an instant.
Pushing to her feet, she stumbled forward, attempting to make it back to her sister with the same haste she had in leaving her, though she found the task nearly impossible with her newest choice in footwear.
❝— Elsa!❞ she called once her sister was in sight, smile bright despite her inability to run – or walk, really. ❝I’m coming! I’m coming!❞