I'm not done with your feels yet. Right after I finished Haircut I knew I had to write this. It's not what I planned, but it's even better. Frozen and all it's property belong to Disney.

Giggles rang out in bubbling fits, banging into the walls as Anna bounded down the hallway towards her room.

"Come back my little snow angel!" The king called out after her. Anna looked behind her to see her papa, but then turned back around and just kept running and running until something fell from her right hand. She tried to stop and tripped over herself and crashed onto the floor.

"Anna!" Her father hurried even faster towards her. Anna, completely unphased, got on her hands and knees and scurried over to the little doll she had dropped.

The king knelt down beside the little girl and tried to pull her face towards his. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?" His words speeding out one after another. All Anna cared about was grabbing for the doll, but her father kept getting his arms in the way to pick her up.

"No! Daddy! My doll! Elsa!" Anna cried out, banging her fists against her father's arms and chest to make him put her down, which he quickly did.

"I just want to know if you're alright Anna." He pleaded as he knelt down beside her again. She continued to crawl forward for the doll and brought it close to her with her chubby little arms.

"I'm sorry Elsa, I didn't mean to drop you. Don't cry." Anna cooed to soothe the doll's imaginary feelings.

"Anna." The king implored. "Come, bring the doll inside with you to your room. She's probably cold too."

"Charles! What's wrong?" A brunette came rushing towards them, panic flashing in her eyes, her brow knitted in fear. Behind her followed a little girl with snow blonde hair, who was told to stay in her room but felt that her mother had only suggested it rather than commanded it. A concerned tone in a mother's voice can do that.

"Anna!" Elsa ran faster than her mother. In the effort to not get caught and taken away she fell to her knees and slid the rest of the way over to Anna who was still cradling the little Elsa against her chest. Elsa threw her arms around her little sister and hugged her tight, just like she was hugging her Anna doll a little while ago after her mother finished cutting her hair. But now the warmth wasn't imagined, and she thought she had never felt such warmth in her life. Her heart wasn't heavy anymore.

"Elsa!" Anna popped her head out and landed it one her big sister's shoulder. She took out her arms and wrapped them around Elsa, the doll still held fast in her fist.

"I'm here Anna." Elsa sighed with relief and joy. "I'm here."

The king was froze in place. He didn't know what to do.' Should I pull them apart? Scold Elsa? No! Why? What for? What do I do?'

The queen's heart lifted into the heavens, her face glistening. She walked over to her husband, very careful to not disturb the girl's embrace. She went behind him and put her hands under his arms as if to lift him up, but he lifted up himself, but didn't take a step, his wife was in his way.

She cupped his face gently, but his eyes were laser focused on Elsa's hands.

"Charles." She whispered. She rubbed his red, wind bitten cheek with her thumb. "Charles look at me." He did immediately and found himself surrounded inside his wife's swimming eyes, tears pouring down her face. "Let them have a moment for heaven's sake Charles. She's not hurting her." She bowed her head and placed it against his chest. If she hadn't he probably would've missed it.

"I love you Elsa." Anna purred softly.

He felt the pinpricks at his nose.

"I love you more Anna. I love you so much." Elsa appealed strongly.

He felt the tears fall.

"Okay." He sighed into his wife's ear, and her arms tightened around his neck where they fell.

"Thank you." She shamelessly whimpered.