Author's note: Man, poor Chapter 6. Ah well, you guys will definitely like this one. More Birger cuteness and lots of bonding! Course, the beginning is a tad painful...but it was fun doing research on it to make sure I didn't mess it up.

Author's note, amended version: A revelation regarding the name meaning of a certain stuffed doll of Elsa's prompted a scene change. How Birger got his name has now been amended, and I hope everyone likes it.


"Will you hold still, you big baby!"

Anna yelled as she nearly fell off of the young Frost Dragon's back for the third time, glaring at the head he'd brought over to watch her and Elsa.

She was kneeling on him, nestled in the thick mane that stretched over his shoulder blades. It was her attempt at getting to the arrow in the beast's right shoulder, but every time Anna got close, the beast would flinch, throwing her off-balance.

The dragon snorted indignantly, his pride wounded by Anna's shout. Olaf stroked his nose, giving him reassurances. The little snowman had since returned from checking on the Sven and Romeo.

Anna retracted her glare as she spared a glance down at her sister.

Elsa, on the other hand, was perched on the beast's forearm. She was a good distance away from the bandaged section and instead was at the inside curve of his elbow. Elsa had both hands grasping the dragon's arm as she tried to use her power to make the situation as painless for him as possible. Her mouth was in a thin line of concentration as she focused, having not done anything of this like with her powers before.

Having already tended to the dragon's ravaged lower-thigh, the wound now dressed and wrapped (though apparently the young dragon had complained to Elsa that it felt funny), their next target was the arrow in his shoulder.

They had, after referring to the Physician's Book again, reluctantly agreed on pulling the arrow out. While a potentially dangerous situation, as the book made clear, it was their best and only option. Luckily for them, though, Anna remembered the piece of the shaft she found being fairly long. That meant there wasn't much arrow left in the dragon's shoulder: just enough for a hand to grab it.

Anna sighed, shaking her head a little as she resituated herself on the dragon's back. Swallowing hard, she reached again for the arrow. To his credit, the beast didn't move, though Anna felt his breathing grow uneven under her knees. A very faint scratching noise could be heard as the dragon clenched his claws, the nails clashing with the rock of the cave.

You're scared too... Anna realized, and somehow, that eased her. Maybe knowing the feeling was mutual just made it easier to deal with.

Course, from what the Physician's book said, injuries like this could be fatal. There were so many ways this could go wrong, not only did Anna nearly gave up; she nearly threw up. Only Elsa's words had prevented either, though Anna could've sworn she saw worry in Elsa's eyes as well.

Then again, the snowflakes falling inside the cave also helped to give it away (this had, of course, caught the young dragon's attention).

Anna was pulled out of her musings as she felt her hand grip the arrow's shaft. She pursed her lips and scrunched her brow with determination. For the young Frost Dragon's sake, this was going to work. It had to. Anna muttered a silent prayer for Elsa's magic to do the trick in lessening the amount of pain the beast would experience.

First, she gently began twirling the shaft. Anna felt a shot of pain in her heart as the dragon whined in response, but remained calm. She even sighed with relief when the shaft twisted without issue.

Oh, thank God...the head isn't in the bone. Anna couldn't help but think, and she noted a similar reaction in Elsa, who'd begun stroking the young beast's fur (and lo, Elsa was even frosting it for good measure). But just because it wasn't in bone didn't mean they were out of the woods yet. If the arrowhead didn't come out with the arrow shaft...they were going to be in a lot of trouble.

Anna returned her determined glare at the wound, fighting off another wave of nausea at the image. Once again gulping down her "worries", Anna tightened her grip on the arrow. She took three, steady breaths to further refocus herself, giving time for the dragon and Elsa to steel themselves as well.

Anna rolled her shoulders and flexed her fingers.

1... The dragon whimpered and covered his muzzle with his other paw, Olaf increasing his comforts.

2... Elsa's fingers clenched the dragon's fur hard, and without her own notice, her lips tight with worry.

...3! So much happened at once.

The dragon screamed beyond loudly, the sound nearly driving the Anna deaf, and most likely the same with Elsa. As well, Anna heard Elsa let out a severe, pained gasp, and nearly fall off of the dragon's arm. For Anna, she did fall off the dragon, landing on her side with a thud. A sudden turn in her stomach forced Anna into practically a fetal position as a hand flew to her mouth and held it fast. After the fall, Anna was unsure of Olaf's reaction, and was too busy to guess.

Then, for a couple of minutes, all was silent as the trio recovered. Anna just lay on her side, willing her stomach to not evict its contents. The arrow was still gripped tightly in her right hand. She found herself unwilling to let go of it—at least, for right now. As her stomach gradually began to calm, Anna heard the unique sound of Olaf's footsteps.

When they stopped, she heard him speak to Elsa, "Elsa! Hey, are you ok? You look pale...even for you!"

That got Anna's attention.

Regardless of her gut's status, Anna forced herself to her feet. When that proved to be a mistake, nearly compromising her stomach again, Anna settled with just her knees. She shuffled forward till she reached the dragon's arm, reaching up to put a hand on Elsa's. Elsa was paler, and was even a little breathless like the dragon, her head propped against his arm.

"Elsa..." Anna whispered, still cautious about opening her own mouth.

It worked, though, for her sister cracked an eye open to look down at her. "Th-that...hurt..." Suddenly both her eyes went wide, and Elsa looked at Anna urgently. "Anna, the arrowhead!"

Anna gasped, panicking for a moment before swinging her head down and her arm up to look. If the head was still in the dragon's arm, they were in deep—

Anna sighed hard and fell back on her rear in relief as she beheld the bloody arrowhead, still held fast to the shaft. She held it up for Elsa to see. Her sister also let out a great sigh of relief, bumping her head on the dragon's arm. Looking back at the arrowhead, Anna cocked her head and went "huh" when she saw it was serrated, maybe even barbed.

Well that's weird...

Then she noticed the blood all over the arrowhead, and weird...chunks... What in the… Anna jumped and threw the broken arrow away towards the cave entrance. She shuddered, shaking her head, then slowly stood.

There was a rustle, then Anna saw the dragon bring his head up and nuzzle Elsa, who hugged him back. Anna couldn't help but notice—well, beyond the mutual affection (score!)—that the young beast didn't move his chest or arm at all. This of course, led her to look up at the wound, then notice fresh blood. Instinct kicked in, and Anna rushed for the bags to grab clean cloths and bandages, as well as some additional medicinal items.

Anna climbed to his back, going up by his back leg, and sat down once again on his shoulders. She dabbed carefully at the wound to get rid of the newly shed lifeblood, her nausea catching up to her. But Anna shook her head and focused. Once the excess blood was wiped away, she brought out the Physician's pre-made poultice for such wounds. Plastering some of it to a long stretch of the bandage, she pressed the side with the dressing against the wound.

Anna cringed as she heard a whine emanate from the dragon. The cringe faded quickly, though, as she heard faint whispering. Looking down, Anna noticed Elsa rubbing the dragon's cheek, and saw her lips moving.

Anna couldn't stop the small smile that came to her. Even though she'd expected it, heck, she'd even planned for it! Regardless, it almost surprised Anna how easily her sister and the young dragon connected.

Blinking and shaking her head, Anna got herself out of her reverie and returned to her task of bandaging the dragon. She quickly slowed to another stop as a tricky conundrum arose. There was no way to wrap the shoulder, and Anna slapped her forehead. Of course she couldn't wrap his shoulder, what was she thinking?!

Rocking back, Anna just sat there on the dragon's back, thinking. Her muses sent her legs swinging, but they ended up bumping against the young beast. Said beast pressed his lips into a tight line—accentuating the extreme fuzziness of them—as he opened his eyes to glare at Anna. Anna met his gaze and shrugged, and apologetic smile on her face.

Finally done with wallowing in the issue, Anna carefully jumped off of the frost dragon's back. She walked up to Elsa and tapped her shoulder lightly. Once she had her sister's attention—and to lesser extents, Olaf's and the dragon's (annoyance on his part)—Anna explained the issue regarding the shoulder wound.

And...her idea for a solution.

Elsa frowned and opened her mouth—Anna assumed to argue—but then she closed it again as she looked away. "You may be right, Anna. The wound cannot be wrapped, he has the wrong skeletal structure for such a thing." Elsa went silent for a while as she thought, but Anna left her to it.

"Leaving the dragon on his own, but paying regular visits to check up on him..." Elsa slowly started nodding, "This will have to do. There's not many other options available to us at the moment."

Elsa returned her attention to the dragon, and Anna noticed a hint of gladness in the silly beast's eye. Anna gave an ornery smirk, of which the dragon noticed, causing him to give her a half-lidded glare back.

As another idea struck Anna, she frowned at the thought and began rubbing the end of one of her braids. "Hey...Elsa, ya think we could, maybe...name the big guy? It's taking what willpower I had to keep myself from calling him 'Fluffy' again these past few minutes."

Anna giggled, and smiled as both Elsa and Olaf chuckled as well. The dragon looked up at her and gave a light snort. Anna knew he wasn't upset, though—the look on his face said it all. But Elsa's translation helped all the more.

"He says 'Well, thank you, ma'am.'"

Both girls ended up giggling, for Elsa had perfectly recreated the dragon's sarcastic tone. Said dragon stared at the two helplessly, a pathetic look on his face. Even Anna could tell what he was thinking without being able to hear him.

As Anna mulled over possible names for the young beast, she overheard Elsa talking to him. "Do you have a name?"

Anna spot the dragon shake his head out of the corner of her eye, momentarily distracting her. Whatever his response was, it seemed to unnerve her sister.

"I see..." She muttered. "That is unfortunate."

Anna frowned, diverting her attention to their conversation. Elsa had sounded almost...pained by whatever the dragon had said. "What is it, Elsa? Does he have a name?"

Elsa sighed through her nose, taking time before answering to turn, letting her legs dangle off the dragon's forearm. Her face was a mask, and she'd wrapped her arms around her stomach. Anna immediately recognized this posture and took a step forward, now as concerned for Elsa as she was for the dragon.

"Apparently," Elsa began slowly, "The humans in a more northern country had taken to calling him Izverg, which means..."

Her voice faltered as she tensed, compelling Anna to move even closer and put a hand on her shoulder. The dragon had long since laid his head down, eyes shut tight as Elsa explained.

"What does it mean, Elsa?" Anna asked, gently rubbing her older sister's shoulder."

Elsa face tightened, but the rest of her eased.

"It means 'monster', Anna. And apparently we're the first he's come across to think differently."

Anna felt her face go slack at the meaning of the name. She began shaking her head as she glared at...well, nothing, really. Anna put her fists on her hips, thinking all the harder about a new name for the young frost dragon, who had resumed his Elsa-nuzzling. If Anna had wanted to give the beast a name before, now she knew she had to. A different, better name would most certainly help him to feel better about himself.

After all, he wasn't the only one around who'd been called a monster before, as both Anna and Elsa were painfully aware.

Finally, a name struck her, the perfectness of it hitting her all the more. Unable to contain herself, Anna started bouncing in place, biting her bottom lip as she danced a little.

"I got it! I know the perfect name for our frosty buddy here!"

Elsa and the dragon looked up at her, Elsa's expression mildly curious, why the dragon's incredulous. Anna shrugged off the dragon's look, passing it off as a reaction to 'frosty buddy' (he can't take a nickname, can he?). Olaf, having been uncharacteristically silent the entire time (or maybe he checked on Sven and Romeo again, Anna hadn't been paying him a lot of attention!), walked up to her with a big smile on his face.

"What name is it, Anna?!" He asked, as eager to know as she was to say.

Incapable of keeping it in any longer, she burst out the name, "Magnus!"

The dragon frowned, snorting a little as he brought his head back, tilting it a little. What kind of bloody name is that? Was as plain on his face as the sun. Olaf merely nodded his vigorous consent, while Elsa frowned.

"Magnus? I'll admit it's a nice name, but I don't know if it suits him properly." She ended that sentence with a pat on the dragon's muzzle, dispelling his confused face as he focused on the feeling. "Besides, Magnus is an awfully common name around here, a good quarter of the men within five leagues of Arendelle are named Magnus."

A glance to the pensive frown on the dragon's face made Elsa smirk. "Besides, I do not think he is a fan of the name."

Anna frowned, her exuberance fading as she thought. "Hmm, all right then…umm, well…what about Tallak? That's a cool sounding name, and isn't it connected to Thor in some way?"

Olaf started bouncing excitedly. "I don't know who Thor is, but both of those names sound very good!"

Anna beamed at the dragon's still frowning mug. "Your name could be Tallak and it would make people think of a god! How cool would that be?"

The dragon slowly raised his head, inched it toward a still smiling Anna…and snorted at her, frost crackling as it formed on her clothes.

"Ack! Eehhh, cold! Cold! Okay, fine, so not Tallak! Geez!"

Though Anna didn't notice, Elsa had smothered her snicker and laughter behind a hand, and struggled to keep it quiet enough that Anna wouldn't catch it. Olaf made no such attempts, his giggles plain as day. Luckily for both of them, Anna was too busy grumbling as she brushed the frost off of her clothes, and the dragon was too busy chortling at her. While she was busy defrosting her clothing—and feared such incidents would become commonplace with the dragon around—Anna heard Elsa call to the dragon for his attention.

When he turned his head to regard her, Elsa spoke; "What of the name Søren? It is a fine name, but do you find it fitting to be what we call you?"

"Ooh, that one's good too!" Olaf shouted as he beamed at the dragon. "I like that name even more, how about that one?!"

The dragon frowned as he thought, his teal eyebrows bunched over his eyes as his lower lip jutted out a tad. The image was quite amusing, and Anna saw this time as Elsa found herself stifling her mirth again. Only this time, Anna had found herself in the same predicament, though she had a much harder time. Once again, Olaf had no qualms about giggling aloud. Before long, however, the dragon gave a rumbling sigh and shook his head.

Elsa merely smiled as she stroked his neck. "It's quite all right, you're more than allowed to decline if you do not feel a name we suggest suits you. This will be your name, after all, it is ultimately your decision."

The dragon seemed to take comfort from this, as Anna watched happily when he reached around to nuzzle her chest. Elsa's ensuing giggles upon the motion only further warmed Anna's heart, and made her all the surer about her decision to bring these two together. For all the heartache that both individuals have suffered—though Anna had yet to learn the true depth of the dragon's—they deserve solace in a kindred spirit.

Now…just to find a darn name for him…

"Hey fuzzbutt, I've got another idea!"

Anna smiled innocently as the dragon immediately glared at her, and merely waited for his glare to cool. "How about Ragnar? It's nice and strong, and all manly sounding and whatnot. It's kinda rough sounding, and you are pretty fluffy, but what do you think?"

The dragon seemed to take a moment, but it seemed to Anna that he was considering whether or not to frost her again, rather than the name. Her suspicion was confirmed when Elsa chastised him, and asked him to behave long enough to help them pick a name. The dragon sighed and snorted, this time a regular, annoyed snort. He thought for a few moments, eyes drifting off some ways, before he closed them and shook his head.

Elsa sighed, "He says it sounds too similar to the name of a human he encountered on the way here. The man wasn't…wasn't quite as welcoming as we were, it seems."

Anna sighed, her enthusiasm having taken quite the blow at that accidental mishap. Just her luck then, wasn't it, to find the name of a guy who'd mistreated the frost dragon. But then, since he more than likely didn't do much swimming to get to Arendelle, the odds were high he went through a good stretch of Norway. In hindsight, it made sense that the dragon would've encountered a hostile human named Ragnar. The princess couldn't really blame him for not wanting to share names with a man who'd probably tried to kill him at worst, or fend him off at least.

The redhead meandered closer to her sister as she hummed in thought. "Do you have another name idea, Elsa, or should I go again?"

Elsa looked upward as she thought, that cute furrow of her brow making Anna nearly chuckle. "Hmm…go ahead and try another, I'll say mine when it comes to me."

Anna nodded. "Right, okay then, umm…how about…uuhhh…ooh!"

She turned to smile up at the dragon, his face curious as he awaited her next name.

"What about Yngvar?"

A derisive snort and a vigorous headshake.

"Okay, no, what about Týr?"

A mulling pause, then a huff and another headshake.

"No again, right, so…Håkon?"

A momentary pause that brought hope, but ended with a disappointing shrug.

"I'll take that as a maybe, umm…Kjetil?"

This earned a stuck out tongue and a disgusted sound.

"All right, all right! Okay, not Kjetil, uhh…"

Anna hesitated for a moment, before she shrugged and met the dragon's eyes. "Well, how about Jorgen? It's a little cuter than most of the names we've tried, but what do you think? Or maybe Bjorg?"

As the dragon mulled over this new name, Anna just barely caught the gasp from her sister. She turned to look at Elsa, whose eyes were wide, one hand partway to her mouth. The redhead noticed her sister's lips move, but couldn't make out what she was saying. It was so soft, Anna couldn't hear it at all.

What did say? What is something I said, maybe?

Elsa then looked up at the dragon, who seemed to sense something amiss. He'd brought his head close to her again, and had gently pressed his nose to the hand she outstretched. Anna could see the concern in his big blues, and the way his horse-like ears were perked forward and at attention. It was kind of cute, but the redhead kept her focus and waited for her sister to speak.

"I know the perfect name for you," Elsa softly proclaimed, getting the attention of everyone present. "If you'll have it, that is."

The dragon gave her a kind smile and nudged her chest. Elsa seemed to reign in any giggles this time, but she did smile to the beast.

"How about…Birger?"

His ears somehow got more perked, the little tufts on the ends swaying with the motion. The dragon kept his eyes on Elsa's for some time, and Anna found herself enthralled in her anticipation. The name sounded very fitting for the beast, very fitting indeed. Moreover, the longer Anna considered the name, it soon hit her why Elsa had come up with it. In part, it was thanks to Anna, albeit an accident on her part. Birger and Bjorg both were both related to a word that meant "help, save, rescue". But not only that…Anna had almost forgotten Elsa's old puffin doll, Sir Jorgen Bjorgen.

Anna had given Elsa the perfect inspiration without even realizing.

Anna was pulled from her isolated revelation as she heard a deep thrumming sound, and looked up to see the dragon was now vigorously rubbing his fluffy nose against Elsa. The blonde could do nothing about her giggles now, the sounds belting free as the beast's fur tickled her. Olaf merely started dancing around them, excited as could be.

"He liked it! He liked the name!" The little snowman shouted with glee.

Anna sighed with relief, beyond glad that the great name hunt was over. She started, however, as she noticed the dragon was now eyeing her. He stared at her with narrowed his, his fluffy eyebrows bunched low above them, and his lips were somewhat pursed. Anna just now realized how big his eyes were. It didn't help that he was gradually closing the distance between them with his head, forcing Anna to lean back uncomfortably. The dragon snorted in her face, causing her to cringe, before he pressed his nose against her chest.

Anna stared at him in surprise, as by all means, he nuzzled her! She hesitantly put her mitted hands on either side of his muzzle, a nervous smile teasing her face. "Can I help, you?" Anna questioned of the beast.

Elsa hopped off of his arm and walked up to them, running one hand up his neck as she did. Once she'd reached them, Anna noticed Elsa had a smile on her face.

"He's thanking you." She said.

Anna frowned and cocked her head, "Thanking me? Wha-for what? What did I do?"

The dragon snickered, his muzzle vibrating with mirth for some reason unknown to Anna. Elsa raised an eyebrow at her, but was still smiling.

"For helping me find the name," The other eyebrow rose to match, and Elsa's smile grew. "He said he likes it."

Anna couldn't stop her face from lighting up if she tried. She beamed at the dragon, "Really?! So we can call you Birger!?"

The dragon—Birger now, if he was serious—raised his eyebrows, staring at her through half-lidded eyes. There was an ornery glint in the azure orbs that set Anna on edge. The glint grew as Birger raised his head, took in a deep breath, and then puckered his fuzzy lips as he blew a thin stream of breath right at Anna. Anna held very still as frost accumulated on her thick coat. Initially cringing, her expression went slack as she noticed the dragon was spelling something out.

'DUH' was now spelled out in frost on Anna's chest.

Anna sighed and shook her head while the icy trio in front of her all chuckled. Olaf doing his usual adorable giggling. Elsa raised a hand to her mouth as she giggled as well. Birger merely stared at her with that half-lidded, a smug smirk on his face.

Anna fumed and glared at the dragon. His smile only got bigger, causing her to only fume harder. "What're you smiling at?!" She demanded.

Birger merely raised his eyebrows, eyelids not moving at all, save for blinks.

Anna could see Elsa trying not to laugh out of the corner of her eye, but at that moment, she was too busy to care. Pushing her sleeves up for show (since it was only getting colder), Anna took a few steps back. Rolling her shoulders a bit first, Anna then proceeded to run up to Birger and jump on his face. Grabbing his fur, she was now stuck on his muzzle, glaring him right in the eye.

"Aha! What're you gonna do now, Fluffy?!" Anna triumphantly exclaimed.

She was feeling pretty good about herself till Anna noticed Birger's expression didn't change. Not even when she called him 'Fluffy', the nickname he'd made clear he despised. Anna was confused, that is, till Birger raised his head to the ceiling of the cave. He pressed Anna against it, seemingly ensuring she was plastered against it. There was an ornery glint in Birger's eye…

Oh no...

"Hey, hey wait!" Anna shouted, trying to get off of Birger's face without falling...10 feet? "What're you doing?!"

Anna could vaguely hear Elsa say something to the dragon. Something about not doing it...not doing what? It didn't take Anna long to find out, though, as frost quickly began to spread over her body. She cringed and tried once again to escape Birger's defiant pin, but in vain. Before long, Anna was held fast to the cave ceiling not by Birger's head, but by a full-body constraint of ice.

Birger lowered his head, still smiling smugly at Anna, whom continued to fume. At least she didn't have to worry about falling: the ice was thick and held her fast to the ceiling. No, what Anna had to worry about was getting down without Birger's help.

Anna heard snickering and immediately swung her head in its direction. The mirth—at her expense!—brought her glare to her sister of all people, though Olaf literally wasn't far, snuffling with laughter as well.

"Elsa!" Anna tried yell, though it came out as a whine, much to her chagrin. "What're you two laughing at!?"

It took Elsa a minute to get a hold of herself apparently. But when she looked up at her, Anna couldn't help but notice an adoring glint in her eye.

"Nothing at all, Anna." Elsa assured, a chuckle hidden in her tone. "Just reveling in the relations I've been blessed with."

Anna's eyes widened, then she smiled, watching as Olaf gave Elsa a warm hug, and she returning it. Only a few months since the Thaw, and Anna had seen her sister already come pretty far, all things considering. Then she tried to move, remembered she was stuck to a cave ceiling by ice, and sighed.

"Hey uh, can somebody get me down...please? If it's no trouble, of course."

Birger snorted, his smug look as strong as ever. But when Elsa stood, and eyed him intently. "Birger, may you please release my sister from the ceiling?"

The young frost dragon cocked his head, and obvious why? even Anna could translate. And since it was so easy, she proceeded to mock him, since Birger was looking at Elsa and not her. Elsa gave her a brief look of 'really?' before answering the dragon.

"Because it is getting late, and we need to be leaving so you can rest and heal anyhow."

Birger pouted so hard, a big pathetic booboo lip sticking out between his saber teeth, Anna immediately started laughing. He glared and growled at her, but hard as she tried, Anna couldn't help it. The look was so profound, his eyes getting so big, she'd have gone "Aww" if it weren't so funny.

It looked for a second, though, like Birger was going to retaliate in some way. But before he could, Elsa caught him, "Ah-ah, I don't think so, mister. Now if you please...?"

Birger slumped, rolling his eyes before snorting at the ice still holding Anna fast. She only had time to utter a quick "Uh-oh" before the ice vanished and she began to fall. But instead of falling on rock, Anna felt on something softer, but still course. When she opened her eyes—having closed them cause, hello, falling!—Anna looked to see Birger had caught her in his paw. The bottom had pads a heck of a lot like a dogs, though not nearly shaped the same, and crowded over by his excessive amounts of fur.

He put her down on her feet, and actually did it quite gently. Anna smirked at him and patted his good arm. "Thanks, you ornery fluff ball, you!"

Birger snorted again, but more good-naturedly this time. Even the smug smirk was overcome with sincerity! It just made Anna beam as she turned and by all means hopped over to her sister's side.

"Shall we go, dear sister?" Anna asked in a mock-regal tone, expression a match.

Elsa merely shook her head and sighed, "Yes, let's, before we torture the poor beast any further."

Anna giggled, then started out of the cave with Olaf close to her heel. She wondered for a brief moment why the snowman had been so strangely quiet the entire time, but was distracted by a call from Sven. Anna smiled at the reindeer, proceeding to wave at him and Romeo as both of the hooved pair took notice of her. Sven looked relieved, poor guy must've been bored, while Romeo made to watch the cave for Elsa.

What a gallant horse, Romeo. Anna thought with a shake of her head. He could've been a knight were it not for his hooves.

As Anna mounted Sven, the reindeer bouncing on his hooves, ready to be off, she looked up to notice Elsa just now walk out of the cave. She frowned and cocked her head, a suspicious look on her face as she watched her sister approach them. Elsa didn't have far to go, though, for Romeo trotted up closer. Anna heard Elsa thank her horse before mounting, as well as a nigh on jealous snort from the cave. Anna can't help but catch the look Elsa throws at the cave, and the result whimper that comes.

But most of all...she notices how her sister's expression softened before she spurred Romeo forward.