Neither of the two sisters liked doing this. It was a cold day, and the wind was blowing hard. The younger of the siblings, a strawberry blonde, struggled to keep herself from crying as she looked down at the silent graves of her parents. Beside her, an older girl with whitish-blonde hair kept as straight a face as she could.
"They didn't have to die," the younger one said, her voice quavering. The older one gripped her sister's hand.
"I know, Anna. But everything happens for a reason. Maybe something good will come out of this." the words sounded strange in her mouth.
"I don't know what good comes from death." the young girl's voice was now almost pitifully angry and sad at the same time. Elsa gripper her sister's hand harder.
"You'll just have to wait and see then, sister," Elsa replied. She turned to her younger sister. She looked at her straight in the eye.
"Anna, you're going to have to be a big girl now. I'm going to be learning how to be a queen so I can..." her voice faltered. Her sister's eyebrows furrowed.
"So you can what?" she asked. Elsa gulped.
"So I can...become queen." she held her breath as she waited for a response. Anna grinned from ear to ear.
"You're gonna be queen?! My sister's gonna be queen!" she jumped up and down, happily celebrating her sibling's success. Elsa laughed. It sounded small and tired. She rose back up to her full height, took her sister's hand again, and began to walk away from the two graves.
"What are you gonna wear? When're you gonna get your crown? Is it gonna be all fancy, like Mom's? Are you gonna have to marry that boy Hans? How many kids are you going to have? Can I name them? Can you-"
"Hold on, hold on!" her sister said, laughing. "I'm not becoming queen now, silly. It's going to be a few years. And everything will happen as it happens. Alright?" she pushed a strand of strawberry blonde behind her baby sister's ear.
"Alright," Anna said. And for just one moment, both sisters celebrated, both inside and out.