This is my first foray into writing in years. I've been playing with this idea in my mind for a bit and think it's feasible enough to give it a shot. Please let me know what you think - I'm super rusty!
"Do you wanna build a snowman, Quinn? Come on, let's go and play!"
Rachel was going to be in trouble if her dads found out she was wandering the palace halls alone at night. But she had yet to be caught, and who was Rachel Berry if not always extraordinarily careful? Furthermore, Rachel Berry was exceptionally determined, and it had been three days since they had had any fun. Sometimes, it took significant perseverance to convince her, but Rachel always managed to get Quinn to come along on her nighttime adventures.
"Rach, they're going to hear us!" The door was pulled back just far enough to reveal hazel eyes. "You know we're not allowed to run around after dark."
Rachel ignored the sharp gaze being directed at her. Taking a deep breath, she presented her argument. "Now Quinn, they haven't caught us yet, and they won't tonight. And-and we've had so much fun! Don't you want to see how big we can make Olaf? We can be quiet, and careful, and nobody will get hurt. Promise!"
She knew she had Quinn before she even finished. The steel in her eyes had softened and a small smile graced her lips. Sighing, Quinn slipped out of her room and closed the door behind her. "Okay, Rachel." Grabbing Rachel's hand, a full-blown grin formed on her face. "Let's go build a snowman."
"Yes!" Rachel exclaimed before she could stop herself. She shrunk back slightly when Quinn shushed her, but the way she squeezed her hand gave away her mutual excitement. Quinn possessed natural poise and regality, and she was being bred for the throne in the place of her absent older sister, Frannie. Despite this, Rachel would never let her best friend's limited years of freedom pass her by for the sake of future responsibilities. During the day, both were busy with tasks and classes respectively, but once the castle was quiet the girls had free reign of the grounds (provided they weren't caught). Rules and regulations would come in time, but for now it was important that Quinn have the complete childhood experience of sneaking out after dark to go play in the snow.
Luckily, Rachel knew the palace halls like the back of her hand. It was one of the perks that came with being a fifth generation servant to the royal family of Arendelle. For example, she knew which hallways the patrol guards would be in at this time of night, and consequently the most deserted route to the grand ballroom. Which was a good thing, because anybody who was nearby would have heard the echoes of footsteps and giggles from the two girls as they neared their destination.
Quinn had always been a quiet and serious girl, but she possessed a kind and generous heart that was easily evident to those who knew her. Rachel was privy to her fears of inadequacy and her worry of not living up to the high expectations of her father, King Russell, or the kingdom she would one day rule. Her smiles had diminished in their frequency, and she carried herself as one with an ever-increasing weight upon her shoulders. What little Rachel could do she most assuredly would to get her friend to laugh. Everything always seemed right in the rare moments that Quinn laughed, and it warmed Rachel's heart to hear it. She loved her friend, and she would do anything to make her happy.
And Quinn's favourite thing in the world was snow. Peals of laughter would always accompany their winter adventures, with Quinn spinning her round and round in her arms as snowflakes fell around them. Her eyes were would shine bright with joy, breath coming out in icy puffs of condensation. She would whisper softly, "thank you, Rachel," into her ear before mischievously and unceremoniously tossing her into the snow.
And Rachel could say with certainty that her favourite thing in the world was Quinn, lying next to her, making snow angels.