Have I ever mentioned I hate writing dialogue? Cuz I do.

Characters not mine, naturally.

3.3 Playtime!

Olaf hummed to himself as he trotted down the hallways of the castle, looking around for his creator. He hadn't seen her lately because she was so busy with 'queen things', but he hoped to find her with a little free time.

He got to her bedroom door and grinned when he saw it closed, meaning she was in there.

"Elsa!" He called as he knocked on the door.

"Just a minute, Olaf!"

The snowman patiently rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for Elsa to open the door, which she did a minute later.

"Hi Elsa! Are ya busy?" He asked hopefully, giving her his best grin.

"Um." She cast a quick glance back into her room and back at him, "Sort of. Do you need something?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go outside with me!" The snowman said cheerfully, and Elsa frowned.

"Oh, well I'm a bit busy today, Olaf. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Oh... Okay! Do you know where Anna is, then?"

Elsa hesitated for a second, and the snow person heard someone cough in the room behind Elsa.

"She's in here." The blonde relented, opening the door wide enough for the snowman to see inside.

He saw Anna's toys spread around on the floor and a large tower of blocks stacked taller that the girl's sitting hight and ran in.

"What are you playing?" He asked, at rapt attention.

"O-oh, well..." Anna blushed and turned back to the tower, clutching Kurf in her hands.

"You two play nice." Elsa giggled as she turned back to her desk and sat down, keeping an ear out for the two.

"See, Emily-" Anna pointed to her blonde haired doll "-was kidnaped by the evil flying bear Kurfala..."

Elsa smiled softly as she heard Anna and Olaf running and giggling around the room. She actually managed to get some work done this time, and closed her book with a triumphant sigh.

3.4 And Two Plus Two Is...

She turned to watch Anna and Olaf play, a content smile on her face. It suddenly occured to her that she could read 'Infantilism' while they played, so she picked up the book from the shelf behind her and began to read.

Through my observations with these people it is important to note that the 'age' difference in them varies greatly. Some prefer to only regress back a few years, and others will regress all the way back to infancy.

Elsa pondered this for a moment and looked back at where the 'kids' were playing. What age did Anna regress back to? The binky and blanket suggested infancy, but the play level and imagination suggested small child. What did that mean?

Maybe she switched back and forth between the two. That would make sense-well, as much sense as everything else going on, anyway. But how would Elsa know how to treat her if she switched like that? You can't treat a baby and a small child the same way.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, not noticing the curious glances she got from the kids.

"What do you think she's reading?" Olaf stage-whispered to Anna.

"I dunno." The brunette said truthfully, shrugging her shoulders. She looked to her sister curiously. The book was pretty small, and the print was a bit faded.

"Elsa? What are you reading?" Olaf asked innocently.

The blonde's eyes widened in shock and she blushed, having not noticed the two slowly inch toward her.

"It's a-uh, well, a..." She shut the book by pulling the back over the front so that they couldn't see the cover.

"A, uh-uh-uh what?" Anna teased, and Elsa's blush worsened.

With the two staring at her Elsa's mind went blank and she grasped for book titles.

"It's a baby book." She said quickly, wincing at the force it came out with.

"A baby book?!" Olaf said, "Why are you reading that? Are you getting a baby?"

"No, no, nothing like that!" Elsa admonished quickly, her face red as a tomato. She noticed the way Olaf had phrased it and briefly wondered if he knew where babies came from, and quickly stored the thought away for later.

She looked to Anna, whose face had turned equally red and was turned away from the two. Briefly she wondered if she had upset the girl.

"Then why are you reading it?" Olaf asked, still clueless.

"Um..." She glanced at Anna and noticed the girl was looking at Olaf, sizing him up. The problem with telling the snowman was there was no way of knowing if he could keep the secret.

"It's good information to know." Elsa admitted, taking a selective truth over a lie.

"Oh." Olaf seemed confused still, but he looked to Anna. The brunette was still blushing but now had her gaze on her sister.

"Olaf," She asked, "Could you let Elsa and I talk?"

"Sure!"

"...Alone?"

"Oh, of course! It was nice playing with you!" He called cheerfully as he walked out of the room. He couldn't help himself and toppled the tower of blocks before scampering away.

There was a second of silence before Anna turned back to her sister.

"What's the book really about?"

Elsa sighed and flipped the book over, motioning to the cover. Anna peered over her shoulder and read aloud, "Infantilism? What's that?"

"It's... It's what you're doing. The baby thing." Elsa said slowly, cautiously.

"Oh." There was a pause, "Someone wrote a book on it?" Anna tried to joke.

"Yeah. Some high-and-mighty college guy, but it's pretty... informative."

Anna gave Elsa a look and then looked back at the book. Elsa watched as a strange look passed over her sister's face.

"Am I... Difficult?" She asked finally, a hint of guilt in her voice.

"Difficult? No, why?"

"You... You're reading a book about it..." Anna frowned, "I'm not causing problems, am I?"

"No, no, no,no, no!" Elsa said quickly, standing and grabbing her sister's shoulders gently.

"You're not causing any problems. I'm just researching these things, to help you better." The look on the blonde's face was pleading with her sister to understand, and Anna tilted her head in confusion.

"Well," Elsa said slowly, "This guy knew what he was doing, because he talked to a lot of people. He knew... What offended them, or what made them feel unsafe. I don't want to embarrass you, if I don't want to."

"Couldn't you just ask me, though?" Anna asked, though she was starting to understand her sister's reasoning.

"Last time I tried that I had a mental breakdown in front of Olaf." The blonde deadpanned, and Anna hung her head, embarrassed. "Oh."

"That's okay, though. We all make mistakes." The older sister said gently, cupping her sister's face in her hand, "Just know you can talk to me."

"And you can ask me questions." The younger said confidently in return.

The two hugged, and Elsa rested a hand on her sister's head. There was more silence before Anna yawned and leaned into her sister.

"Sissy, 'm tired."

Elsa chuckled and gently led the girl over to the bed, grabbing her blanket and binky along the way.

"Alright, nap time."

Elsa tucked her sister in and sat down next to her. She was quietly contemplating before she said, "Anna, how old would you say Little you is?"

"...Hm, young kid?"

Elsa raised a brow, and Anna grinned sheepishly, "Toddler?"

The blonde nodded, satisfied.

"Why?"

"Well I can't very well treat you like a kid if you're only a toddler, can I?"

Anna, who was already half asleep, shrugged lazily.

"Guess not."