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Elsa sat looking out at the sea, the waves churned white as they crashed against the rocks. Gulls banked here and there around the jagged coastline and she would glance at them now and then with curiosity, but her eyes would inevitably drift back to the brewing sea.

Seven years melted away as she grew wondering again. How many times had she come out here? How wonderful and mysterious and sad all at the same time Elsa felt to be near the embarkment site of her kingdom's ships. Forlorn took over her feelings, as it often did. She checked her pocket moon sundial - used for when the sun appeared like as if it were lunar behind the clouds - and saw that it was a quarter past eleven. Anna was due soon. Elsa placed her thick velvet hood over her head and her midnight blue form left.

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Anna was all grins as she and her son Anderson de-robed in the castle's parlor.

"Auntie Elsa!" The nearly four-year-old boy hurtled for the smiling yet still imposing Queen.. She allowed him to clasp her knees but merely stroked his head in a passive affection. Elsa tried not to let her true feelings show as she smile demurely at Anna.

Her younger sister noticed right away and they both looked down at the blonde boy.

Elsa stroked the patch of white highlight back, "Why don't you go play with Princess Helga. She's back in her nursery with Olaf." The boy trembled with joy, looked for a quick confirmation from his mother and took off with several servants chasing after him.

As they were murmuring about the similiarites he shared with Princess Anna, Elsa lifted her arm as Anna claimed it. The gentle surprise in Elsa's never really left when Anna had eagerly approached her side but there was such comfort in doing so, neither mentioned it.

With Elsa taking a small lead, she and Anna went outside to the veranda overlooking Elsa's kingdom she had added onto a few years ago. The sister entered the warmth of sun rays slanting down like spotlights through the breaking clouds. Anna breathed happily.

She turned to Elsa and saw the glum look on her face as she looked down. Her hair was done up and her jacket was on, even her velvet blue gloves, though she allowed Anna to take her arm with no hesistation. Elsa never spurred her sister or blocked her out and she never passed up an opprotunity for a visit. Still, there was something troubling going on.

"You reverting back again, aren't you, Elsa?"

To be continued...