Kind of a silly one.


Ink

"Elsa, check this out!"

"Anna, listen, I—whoa!"

It takes every ounce of restraint she has not to scream at the...thing currently occupying Anna's palms. It's a beetle, but not just a garden variety, tiny beetle. It's huge, it's got clusters of orange hair below its carapace, and the head of the bug is adorned with a magnificent, crescent shaped horn. The beetle is nearly pitch black, with a brilliant iridescent sheen.

"Isn't he adorable?" the princess gushes with a little too much affection for an insect. Said insect appears content to sit in her hands and wiggle its antennae.

"Anna, didn't I tell you I had a lot of work today?" even when Elsa reprimands her sister, she does so in such a soft tone that it's hardly admonitory anymore. "Not that I don't usually, but these are really important trade agreements that I've been working on for weeks, now."

Elsa feels as though she's kicked a puppy with the deflated expression on Anna's face. Her younger sister is more than aware, of course, and seeks to cover her momentary disappointment with a chuckle.

"Yes, you did. And...I'll be going now," the princess brings one hand up, cupping the beetle to prevent its escape. "I just thought it was pretty neat."

"I mean...it is, I guess?" Elsa shrugs, setting her quill down. "Personally, I'm partial to something with fewer legs. Just please put him back outside."

Anna nods with her stowaway safely ensconced in her hands. Or so she thinks. She peeks inside, and her eyes widen.

"Uhh..."

"You lost him, didn't you?" Elsa raises an eyebrow.

"Elsa, I swear, I just had him," Anna frantically drops to her knees and searches around Elsa's desk. "I don't know how I could have lost him, he's huge!"

Elsa exhales softly through her nose.

"Hang on, let me help."

"No, no, you've got work to do, I'll look."

"I won't be able to work knowing he's skulking around my desk," the queen reasons as she joins her sister on the floor.

The princess wears a guilty grimace; yes, she did know that Elsa had a great deal of work for the day, but she'd never seen a beetle this big before! It's a secret hobby of hers; watching bugs, catching them, studying them, then releasing them back into the wild.

There are few of her peers that share her level of enthusiasm for the subject. Kristoff is deathly afraid of anything with more than four legs, and Elsa is less than thrilled to be acquainted with any variety of insect. The queen does have a fondness for butterflies, however.

"I'm sorry, Elsa," Anna crawls beneath Elsa's desk, finding no evidence of her new friend.

"It's fine," Elsa waves a hand, not-so-secretly tickled by her sister's unconventional passion.

A harsh buzzing sound follows a black blur not three inches from the queen's face. This time, she screams in earnest.

"Augh, get it away!"

"I got it!" Anna reaches out, hands at the ready to grab the recalcitrant bug. "Uh, nope, don't got it."

As Elsa windmills around to avoid the beetle, she's unaware that Anna is in her direct path. Before she has a chance to change course, she walks right into the princess, their heads knocking together audibly. Anna falls backward, with her sister crashing right down on top of her. A small spray of ice surrounds the fallen pair.

"Anna?! Are you okay?" the queen removes herself from her prone sister, then offers a hand to help her up.

"Yeah, you?"

"I'm fine. Where'd he go?"

A few buzzes alert the sisters to a skittering atop Elsa's desk. The beetle walks across a flat piece of parchment, leaving tiny black lines as it does. The inkwell has been tipped over, creating a small black puddle on the desk.

"Ugh," Elsa drops her face into her palm.

"One second," the princess sneaks up behind the beetle, then snares him in her hands. "Okay, I'm getting this little troublemaker out of here."

The princess vacates the room to set the beast free. Meanwhile, Elsa surveys the damage. All in all, it's just a tiny puddle of ink, and the beetle hadn't walked over anything important. In spite of herself, she laughs. Only Anna could make more work for her and get away with it.

The queen opens her desk drawer and retrieves a cloth to sop up the ink. She throws the marred parchment away, then resumes her work. After five minutes, Elsa is surprised to see the redhead has not returned. She tries not to feel disappointed at that fact.

Later than evening, when Elsa finally retreats to her bedroom, she is surprised by a note and small package held together with a blue ribbon on her nightstand. Curious, she picks up both items, and reads the note.

'Hey Elsa, sorry about the whole bug incident today! I hope I didn't make too much more work for you. I figured I'd stay out of the way so you could finish in peace. I got you some chocolates I picked up in town, they're amazing! Love, Anna.'

"Aww," the queen can't help but gush; in truth, she's not even angry about the whole thing. It's another memory to add to their list of silly happenings and misadventures. Elsa leaves her bedroom and knocks on Anna's door.

"Anna, it's me."

The princess opens her door, looking as though she didn't expect her older sister.

"I can't eat these all by myself, want to share?" Elsa holds up the box.

Anna's tiny gasp of excitement gets a few chuckles from the queen.

"So cute," Elsa pinches Anna's cheek.

"I take it you're not mad?"

"Nah, too much trouble," Elsa shrugs. "Just...keep your bug friends out of my office, okay?"

Anna gives a guilty smirk.

"Yeah, I think I'd better. I don't know who was more scared, you or the beetle."

"Don't rub it in, or I take back my cute comment."

It's an empty threat, and Anna knows it.