There's a light peeking out from under the door.
Anna shifts, eyes wide and fixed by the light. Ever since Elsa had come back, she was used to hearing bumping noises at night. (Apparently Elsa was a night creature. Huh.) But she'd never seen a light before. What's going on?
Throwing off the covers, she slips out of bed. Raking a rushed hand through her hair, she attempted to undo the knots. Then decided it wasn't worth it.
There was a soft music now, like a twinkle of a bell, the type that heralds magic.
Anna twists the doorknob, and pushes open the door. The light outside blinds her for a moment. Blinking the spots out of her eyes, she steps outside.
"Elsa?" She asks, rubbing her eyes.
Elsa's nowhere to be seen, as expected. Anna doesn't know why she even expects to see her standing there. But there's a trail of frost leading from in front of her doorway, down the stairs, and through the corridors. She knows because she follows it, feet padding on the plush green carpets.
The white line stops in front of the ballroom doors. She pauses, her hand in the handle. Ever since her memory returned, she had been meaning to visit this room. Did she and Elsa seriously have snow games in here? It was kinda hard for her to imagine her frigid and frosty (Wow, Anna, stop with the ice adjectives.) sister would ever have done that.
There's a sweep of cold air through the door, and the metal underneath her palm turns cold. She shakes of the memories, and pushes open the hall doors.
She is meant with a wonderful image: snow everywhere, some still falling from the sky. It's cold enough her breath steams. Everything glitters, radiating a light she hasn't enjoyed since her parents die.
It's a scene she's only ever dreamed of. She pinches herself.
"Anna?" In the middle of the room, Elsa turns, her messy braid curling over her shoulder.
"Elsa," she answers, leaning on the doorframe (it's freezing). "What are you doing here?"
Elsa smiles. It's playful and for the first time in a long while, carefree. "Well," she says. "Do you want build a snowman?"
It's only seven words, and the phrase she had repeated so much over the years it now slips over her tongue as natural as a 'hello'. But hearing them from Elsa?
Anna grins, and pounced on her, tackling her in a hug. "Yes!"