Loved - Daddy Daughter Dinner

"Papa?" asked Princess Elsa.

"Yes, dear."

"Will Mama and Anna be home soon?"

"Yes, they will be. They aren't going to miss your birthday." Said King Maurice of Arendelle to his young daughter, who was not looking up from her food.

"Good."

Maurice watched his daughter poke at her herring in cream sauce dinner, which was cold and sweet tonight. They had been taking their meals together, since Elsa had such a difficult time with being in the same room as her sister. The candles glowed above their plates near the cold fireplace.

He knew his daughter wasn't dangerous. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but her powers were quite strong and if not controlled—dangerous. But only dangerous like a storm is dangerous. Big and powerful but not malicious.

It was a mystery as to where her powers had come from but it was something they had to deal with on top of being the royal family of Arendelle.

"You miss them." he said, it wasn't a question.

After a moment, came a quiet, "Yes."

"Anna too?"

A nod.

"Do you still leak when she met with her?"

Another nod.

"You're doing so well controlling it now, maybe you should try again?"

A long pause, her head moved at an angle as it looked like his daughter can't figure out if she agreed or not. Finally, she shrugged.

He stopped to take a sip of the crisp apple cider that had been paired with dinner.

How to help his daughter? It was so hard because he didn't know magic and expect for the trolls and a few magic items he just didn't know much about magic and what he had found out didn't seem to have anything to do with how Elsa's magic worked.

"Elsa, how do you feel about Anna?" Maurice asked, they knew enough that how Elsa felt made her magic do things.

Elsa dropped her fork.

"I love my sister, and I need to keep her safe."

"Good, and yes, you do. You are figuring that out, right? You are doing so well controlling your powers when we meet people."

"It is getting easier with people, mostly." She looked at her gloved hands, but they can't see when I leak. "I still leak though. The Russian ambassador kept surprising me with his booming voice and I kept icing up the insides of my gloves."

The father smiled, "He was a bit of a blow hard. I half expected him to blow open the shutters."

Elsa smiled back.

"Finish your dinner, then we'll read for a while."

"Oh good."