...It's been four years since Elsa's seen Elphaba; Elphaba being her… friend? Guardian angel? She hadn't the faintest idea of what she was to her.
And technically, it's only been several months after seeing Elphaba in her ice castle, but it had only been guiding out to the North Mountain in snippets. The vague image of her comes to Elsa's mind suddenly while she slowly chews her eggs. Anna makes an "Unf" sound as she jumps down from the last couple stairs into the dining hall, and the memory of the green-skinned woman abruptly fades away from Elsa.
"Good morning, my love," Anna sings as she kisses Elsa's cold, pale cheek, and takes the empty seat next to her.
Elsa comes back from space and smiles at her girlfriend, "Good morning, darling."
Anna grinned and looked over to the oncoming servant, who comes over to ask what she'd like for breakfast. Elsa zones back into herself, trying desperately to conjure up that image of her old friend. A distant memory of Elphaba when she was a child, locked in her frozen tundra of a chamber room. Young Elphaba appeared almost every day to console Elsa and distract her from the pain...
"Let's play a game!" Elphaba said one snowy afternoon. She had sat herself down on Elsa's bed. Anna kept banging on the door, asking her to come out and play. If only she could know.
"What can we play? There's nothing to do in here," Elsa grumbled, coddling her blanky and wiping the pale pink fabric under her eyes, retracting tear stains on it.
The other little girl thought for a long moment, and then jumped off the bed to run to the center of the room. The floor was lightly dusted with white powdery snow, over a sheet of ice that covered the floor. With her tiny, green hands, she pushed away most of the snow, revealing the slippery surface underneath.
Once she finished, she slid over to Elsa, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and cheered, "We could skate?"
The red eyed, sobbing girl looked up and smiled. They spent the afternoon gliding around, forgetting about secrets and being good girls. At least they could enjoy a moment away from it all. At least they had someone there...
"...and some eggs like the Queen here," Anna hummed to the servant, who nodded her head and hurried to the kitchen. Elsa snapped back from her thoughts and grinned at her. "Something wrong?"
Elsa hesitated a moment, then finally said, "Yes, dearest." It accidentally came out as a whisper, which is convenient since the servant came back from the kitchen to refill their water glasses, and she isn't exactly the most gay-friendly of the kingdom...