Cute
Somehow, it never occurred to Elsa just how cute her sister is.
She doesn't even have to try; Anna was born with the unique gift of being utterly adorable in every little thing she does. Anna was so many things; brave, kind, smart, beautiful. Elsa would be remiss if she didn't acknowledge the other traits that made her Anna the way she is. It's safe to say, however, that it's the little quirky things Anna does that cause Elsa's heart to do little flips of joy.
Generally, it was customary to walk from place to place. Anna, being far from customary, skips from point A to point B. It's not exaggerated, it's not forced, it's just the way she walks when she's on top of the world, when it seems nothing could take her down. It's hard for Elsa to keep up sometimes, and Anna will notice, reverting to a 'normal' walk. She looks the same, she still wears that brilliant smile, her eyes reflect the gentle soul that she is, but Elsa can't help but feel something is amiss if Anna isn't skipping wherever she goes.
"Well, why just walk when you can skip? It's faster!"
Any and all manner of animals are loved by the sunny princess. Yes, even the scaly, creepy ones. Anna is just as likely to fawn over a duckling as she is a beetle, finding soft down and iridescent carapaces equally charming. She would stroke a cat along it back the same manner she would a snake. If either animal graces her with its tongue on her hand, she laughs in the same manner children do, when even the simplest things bring joy. Elsa is not nearly as enamored with some of Anna's animal friends, but it's the purity of her sister's enthusiasm that gets her.
"I mean, it does have a lot of legs, but look at its little fangs!"
The princess is not a quiet or tidy sleeper by any means. The only way Elsa can tell if she's truly asleep are the staccato grunts and snores she emits. It's not unusual for Anna's sheets to be completely thrown off by morning. Her bright copper hair gains ridiculous volume, like a proud lion's mane, sticking out in all directions. Anna is loathe to admit, but yes, she does drool in her sleep. It doesn't even bother Elsa any more, she just gives a resigned sigh and wipes it off, wishing that it was easier to get saliva stains out of silk.
"Hrmm...huh? Wha—wait, I'm awake! Oh man...I really liked this pillow, too."
To say that Anna has a good singing voice would be an insulting understatement. The only time she sings is when she believes she is alone, or with the added vocals of her sister. Her sense of rhythm and tone are polished by her naturally uplifting voice. She sings best when she is content, though sadness offers a haunting beauty all its own. As she sings, she gesticulates, acting out what she is singing with as much gracefulness as an inebriated rhinoceros. Many a vase and objet d'art fall victim to the windmilling of Arendelle's chaotic princess.
"Well, that was almost perfect, except for the part when I knocked the knight's head off."
Anna has a smile for pretty much any occasion. There's the normal smile, used as a greeting for either established acquaintance or complete stranger. The smile used most often is the 'oops, did I do that?' smile. It's a lopsided, slightly deprecatory grin that follows any incident regarding the princess' unfortunate lack of balance on her own two feet. Only Kristoff or Elsa ever get to see her touched smile, one that points her eyebrows upward and is often accompanied by a slight tilt of the head. The princess even has a smile reserved just for Elsa. It's a variation of the touched smile, but her cheekbones are raised to full height and her eyes carry the depth and strength of the ocean within them.
"I love you, Elsa. I'll be right here."
"Elsa?" Anna asks one night, when the sisters are alone in their reading room.
"Yes, Anna?"
"This is really nice," the princess huddles a bit closer to the fire. In doing so, she pulls her sister closer. "Us. This."
A sure signal of sentimentality is when the ordinarily verbose Anna is lost for words. Elsa would always say that the princess spoke plenty for the both of them. The first time this admission was made, Anna interpreted it as a cue to clam up and show some poise. The queen hadn't meant it that way, and she was beside herself with guilt when Anna brought it up later that day, wondering how she could be less like Anna and more like Elsa.
'No', Elsa insisted. 'No, you should not be like me. I love how talkative you are. I will never get tired of listening to you talk about even the most ordinary things. I never meant to make you feel otherwise.'
"It is," Elsa sighs with her hand resting lightly on Anna's shoulder. The princess detects the wistfulness in her tone. "It should have always been this way."
"Hey, look at me."
Both a command and a plea all wrapped up in one short statement, Anna slips her hand under Elsa's chin, forcing their eyes to lock. The patented Sister Smile is already emerging on Anna's face, despite Elsa's frown of trepidation.
"Us, now, is all I could have ever asked for," Anna declares with a breathy sigh. She leans forward to kiss Elsa's forehead, a gesture the elder sister uses most often. "It was worth the wait. You were worth the wait."
Elsa reciprocates the Sister Smile with one of her own. It's a bit sadder than Anna's, but a good deal of Elsa's smiles have a certain melancholy to them, whether it's intentional or not.
"Thank you, Anna."
Anna smiles, a faint blush tints her freckled face pink.
So cute.