There will be someone who sees your light.

Steve and Elsa held hands and climbed into the boat on the Arendelle fjord. It was time for the Festival of Lights.
The kingdom of Arendelle was under a romantic twilight sky, fading slowly to night. Many other big ships were in the harbor getting ready for the lights to be released. Steve was wearing a casual long-sleeve navy blue button up shirt, and Elsa was donned in her iconic blue ice dress. They looked elegant together.
"I thought the Queen would want to have the best seat for the show." Steve said, blushing.
"What if it's not… perfect?" Elsa worried, hugging herself.
"Why wouldn't it be?"
As usual, he was right. Without thinking, Elsa found herself relaxing and grateful for Steve.
She said, "Thank you for accompanying me."
"I couldn't afford to compromise spending time with you."
Elsa beamed him a smile with rosy cheeks. They both had a liking to old-fashioned events. Steve smoothly rowed out beyond the royal ships. While they waited, they held hands. Then Elsa noticed a speck of light flickering in the water. She looked up into the sky.
The first lantern floated up into the air. Elsa's eyes sparkled. Then thousands of more lanterns floated into the darkening sky, creating an aqua, purple, green, and blue show. The cold never bothered Elsa anyway, and she enjoyed the choice of colors.
Above the lanterns, the sky awoke with beautiful aqua light. Everything was glowing, gleaming and bright – including Elsa and Steve.
"You're practically glowing." Steve gasped.
"Really?"
"I'm always honest."
Steve held her hands gently, different than before when they were waiting for the lights. Steve leaned in slowly, and brushed his gentle fingers over her braid. Elsa wasn't very good with romance yet, even with Steve. But her heart raced at the sight of his dreamy eyes and soft lips.
"I love you so much, Elsa."
She gazed into his dreamy eyes and said, "I love you very much too, Steve."
The kiss was soft and light, nothing short of breathtaking or romantic. If anything, it was like a moment of a perfect fairytale.
Steve was right about the Festival. Elsa got herself worried for nothing.

It was nothing short of perfect.

THE END