Stories of the young Queen of Arendelle fighting against a storm to protect the village had made Elsa an overnight sensation. The Snow Queen certainly had stood out before amidst the Northuldra, thanks to her beauty and her being the Queen of Arendelle, but after her "fight" with the Wind Spirit, there would hardly be anyone in the village that would pass an opportunity to talk and mingle with their new hero wherever she treaded.
"So, you landed at the middle of the tornado, and started blasting away with your magic like that, and BOOM goes the tornado!? That is so cool!" exclaimed Inge, one of the Northuldran boys.
"Yes, something like that," Elsa laughed.
"And you just jumped inside a tornado like that? Man, I wish I could see it!" said another boy.
"That sounds so scary," a girl chimed in.
"Yes, it is scary," said Elsa, her expression turning stern. "I can do it because I have my powers to protect me. But you guys don't, so don't start jumping into a tornado the next time you see one, okay?"
"Okay!"
"Hey, I still see some giggling faces here," said Elsa, putting her hands on her hips and faking anger. "This is not a joke, alright? Now promise me again!"
"Okaaaay!"
"I see the children love you more than ever now," Honeymaren's voice came from behind her as the group of children scampered. "You're their hero now. No, our hero."
"I'm no hero," Elsa huffed, blushing. "I just did what I think was right."
Honeymaren frowned. "Elsa, I know you have your powers to protect you, and it's not my place to criticize you, but… don't you think 'what was right' was somewhat too reckless? Imagine if something bad happened to you, or your baby."
Seeing the Elsa's face devolving into that of deep sorrow struck a pang of guilt to the young Northuldran.
"I – I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way-"
'No, it's fine," said Elsa, her hand clasping her abdomen. "Maybe you're right… This body doesn't just belong to me anymore. It's this child's as much as mine. I should have known better."
Elsa felt Honeymaren's hand softly grasping her shoulder.
"Thank you, Honeymaren," she smiled sadly. "I really mean it. Thank you for reminding me of what's important to me."
"Elsa…" Honeymaren hesitated. "You know, if you need anything, or if you need someone to talk to, you can always talk to me, okay?"
"I know," Elsa nodded. "I just… want to get back to my tent right now. Get a little bit of rest."
"You do that," Honeymaren smiled. "I'll keep everyone away from the sleeping beauty."
"Please do," Elsa giggled.
With that, they parted ways as Elsa made her way back to her tent. She swiftly opened the door and closed it behind her, and threw herself on the bed. She was about to close her eyes and drift away when she felt a gust caressing her face.
"Gale, I'm trying to get some sleep," Elsa hissed.
I know. That's why I came here, giggled the Wind Spirit.
"Gosh, for a force of nature, you're really annoying, you know that?" Elsa forced herself to sit up and face the mischievous flowing wind.
That's part of my job description. Speaking of which, because of that tornado thing, you're famous around the town, aren't you? You're a local hero now, thanks to me.
"Thanks to you, now I can hardly get any rest," she replied sarcastically.
Well at least you can speak to them more easily than ever now. Remember what I said about finding out the truth?
"Why don't you just tell me what to do and be done with it?"
Like I said, I could, but you wouldn't believe me. Trust me, it takes so much convincing from many different accounts to believe a story of that scale.
Elsa kept quiet, knowing that the chatty Spirit would probably babble on if she kept responding to her. She wasn't in the mood for some cryptic discussion anyway.
A spark of idea flashed through her mind instead, as she felt the wind move about. She willed herself to step off her bed, walked towards her desk, and pull out a parchment and an inkwell. A little different than the pen and paper she was used to, but it'll do.
"Hey Gale? You can travel outside the Enchanted Forest, can't you? That's how you brought me here."
I wasn't the only one who brought you here, strictly speaking… The Water Spirit helped too. But yes, I can go outside the Enchanted Forest. What about it?
"Think you could do me a favor?"
Maybe, if it isn't too tiring. What is it?
"Could you help me deliver a letter to my sister? In Arendelle?"
The chilly evening wind brushed through the corridors. Well-lit as they were, one could feel no warmth within them. Nor from their walls, which was said to have ears on every corner. People talk in hushed voices, for fear of unjust retribution the moment their words were heard by the wrong ears.
Such was the thickness of the veil that wrapped over Daelin Keep of Listinoise, Nordgard.
And such was the difficulty that lay before the Former Prince Consort of Arendelle, who was trying to pry its secrets.
A week had passed since Hans began his investigations on Magister Ghish's conditions and whereabouts. And even now, he walked the grounds of the castle, trying to dig around for whatever hints he could use to get back at the man who betrayed him, and harmed his beloved wife.
The Nordgardian high council had been specifically keeping any information on the Warlock a secret from him. Hans wasn't surprised; he did commit a few mistakes that cast doubt on his loyalty towards Nordgard, after all. It was time to start building it again, and this time he'd make sure to cover all his tracks properly.
He had traded his armor for a less constricting attire; that of a middle-ranked Nordgardian soldier. That gave him solid excuse to prowl in the Keep grounds, and at the same time deflecting attention and suspicion of the Magister Jeigan trying to find information on the Warlock.
It was one of the fail-safe he took when Nordgard 'recruited' him - he never took off his armor nor his mask whenever he was out in public, and thus no one except a few of the highest ranked Nordgardian officials were privy of his true identity. That gave him the discretion he needed to mingle with various members of the military; grunts and generals alike.
Strangely, not even a speck of useful information was he able to find; only faint whispers and speculations with no way of confirming their degree of truth.
Perhaps a change of approach was needed, he thought.
If he couldn't find what he was looking for from men, written records could be an alternative to get what he wanted.
Tonight's objective was clear; the military archives.
Hans had waited for this – tonight was the night of Frigg, where soldiers and officials were most likely resting or celebrating with their peers. The archives should be empty except for a few administrators, which meant less chance of his presence and purpose getting leaked out.
"Excuse me," Hans called to one of the officials tending to a stack of books behind the reception desk. "Colonel Hendriksson from the Fifth Brigade under Magister Ghish. I was sent here to obtain a brief on the Magister's current conditions and whereabouts."
"Identification," the official replied succinctly. Hans reached for the colonel badge he had 'obtained' and handed it over to the official. The official eyed the badge over, nodded, and returned it to him.
It was best to use a 'scapegoat' identity in case someone traced him back for the leak of information. Not someone of too high stature; using a general's name could invite excessive attention. A colonel, on the other hand, possessed just enough authority yet at the same time away was mostly away from scrutiny.
"For what purpose do you need the information, Colonel?" asked the official, fixing his glasses.
"I need to report to him, as soon as his condition allows," said Hans, faking urgency. "Our brigade is facing heavy resistance at East Ebona; the Alliance army had broken through our last defense line on Kardiff. We need the Magister's backup, fast."
"I'm sorry, but the Magister still has yet to return to active duty," the official shook his head, his bald patch gleaming under the candlelight. "As for his whereabouts, it's classified. I'm afraid you do not have the necessary clearance, Colonel."
"I see," Hans nodded. At least one question had been answered – the Warlock had yet to fully recover. Perhaps trying to force a meeting wouldn't be appropriate, but how about passing a message?
"I need to pass an urgent message from General Bertholdt," Hans lied. "Could you at least make an exception this time?"
"Sorry, but rules are rules, Colonel. You know how it goes," the official shrugged.
"Fine," Hans snorted, feigning anger. "Could you at least tell me who I should get clearance from?"
"Let me get back to you on that one," said the official. He then disappeared from behind the counter, and came back a moment later.
"Magister Zelgabaarth is the one putting the classified order on the case," the official said, smirking. "Maybe you can try speaking to him. Good luck, that man is elusive."
Hans' nerves shot up as the name was dropped.
Zelgabaarth.
Stefan.
Perhaps this was a trap. Or something even more sinister. Yet he didn't have much choice now, that his purpose was clear, and the clock was ticking.
A chill wind was coming.
"Anna? Hey?"
For the umpteenth time Kristoff's plea fall on the Princess' deaf ears. He'd never seen her act like this before. Anna had to be furious beyond measure, and it was his fault. Well, his and Pabbie's, but it didn't change the fact that he was the one who had to bear the brunt of the Princess' wrath.
Keeping Elsa's whereabouts, even if it was only a hunch, turned out to be disastrous. For two days straight Anna had refused to talk to him, and even when she did speak, it was only the barest necessary one or two liners.
"Can you go faster?" asked the Princess coldly.
… Yeah. Even on this trip.
"… Okay…"
Kristoff knew if he'd replied with anything but affirmative, she'd get worse. Best he could do was keep quiet and do as she asked.
It was three days ago when Anna visited the Troll Forest, anxious.
Of course she would be; she'd just received a letter from the last person she'd expected: her own missing sister. Whose whereabouts was a complete mystery to the whole world. Who had written to her from inside the Enchanted Forest, no less. A place where no man in Arendelle dared to tread.
And lo, how livid she was when Kristoff let slip that he and Pabbie had known this all along, and purposely kept her in the dark. Of course the latter part wasn't true, but Anna didn't let them have a chance to properly explain themselves before she flew off the handle.
One's concern about her own remaining living flesh and blood could cause rapid, immediate loss in rationality, after all.
For one and a half days now they'd ridden in awkward, painful silences.
"Did you know that water has memories? Well it's true!"
… Except for the constant spouting of useless trivia from the living snowman. Kristoff (and Anna, even if she didn't show it) didn't find Olaf's blabbering too enjoyable of course, but since the alternative was being alone together, it was a slight improvement. At least Anna had someone to talk to, and Kristoff could concentrate on driving.
"Hey… Olaf?"
No response. The snowman had fallen fast asleep, likely due to continuously talking for almost thirty hours. Or was it? Anna wasn't an expert on living magical snowmen physiology either, so who knows.
That left her with the rugged mountain man here, who seemed too awkward still to start a conversation.
It had been almost two days. As the anger that clouded her mind dissipated, Anna herself had felt a strange longing to start a conversation with the man sitting beside her.
"… Kristoff?"
Being suddenly called shocked Kristoff from his own deep thought; the hands that held Sven's rain shook so violently that even the reindeer jolted.
"Whoa!"
"Eek!"
The jolt rocked the carriage rather violently; thrown off from her seat, Anna grabbed Kristoff's neck strongly, almost choking the mountain man. For almost a whole minute they stayed in the comical posture – Anna only let go after they heard the snowman's snoring. Glancing behind, Anna saw Olaf still sleeping peacefully, seemingly unperturbed by the tumultuous ride.
"… Sorry, my bad," Kristoff muttered, fixing the reins that almost choked Sven.
"Don't be, it's my fault to suddenly speak up like that."
The couple looked at each other and laughed; the animosity that dwelt so intensely between them just minutes ago might have never been there at all.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Elsa. It's just… Pabbie and I didn't want to worry you, now that you're busy with running Arendelle."
"I know," said Anna, nuzzling closer to Kristoff. "I'm sorry too for getting mad at you like that. That was uncalled for. It's just… Elsa is the only family I've got left in this world, and I can't bear the thought of losing her."
But you still have me.
Kristoff left the word unsaid. It would be in bad taste to compare himself to Elsa in front of Anna, as if indirectly cornering her into choosing who was more important to her.
"I know," he said instead. "That's why we're going there now, isn't that? We'll pick her up and bring her home. And everything will be okay, just like before."
"You're right," Anna smiled and pecked Kristoff lightly on the cheek, turning him slightly pink.
They continued to ride in silence, but a comfortable silence this time.
"Hey… Anna?"
"Hmm?"
"When this is all over… I mean, the war and everything, would you like to…"
Settle down? Get married?
Was what he'd like to say, but the word was stuck in his throat.
"To…?" Anna repeated.
"To – to get-" the mountain man stammered, trying his best to summon his courage.
"Get?"
"… Get back home and visit the Trolls? I'm sure they must be lonely," Kristoff finally sighed and dodged the subject. For all the cold and dangers he'd braved, nothing apparently could compare to this. He wasn't ready, not now. Not to mention he didn't even have a ring. Such occasions must be accompanied by a ring, and preferably a larger spectacle, correct?
Apparently, Anna sensed it too, as she smiled kindly and stroked the mountain man's hand as to encourage him.
"That sounds nice," she nodded. "We can go with Elsa and her baby… and Hans."
"Hans… yeah…"
The Former Prince Consort of Arendelle's name seemed to touch a sensitive nerve. While Anna was all but eager to bring her (ex) brother-in-law back to the fold, not everyone shared the sentiment as her. Kristoff was one of those who was more willing to accept him, yet even he had his reservations. What was his true motive, 'betraying' Arendelle like that?
… No matter. Whatever machination was on Hans' mind, it was probably a complicated matter he couldn't understand anyway. Politicking was never his strong suit. It was best he focus on the matter at hand, which was to get themselves safely to the Enchanted Forest.
"Kristoff?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I drive?"
"… What?"
Kristoff wasn't sure he'd heard the question correctly.
"Can I drive?" repeated Anna, asserting herself.
"You want to drive? But why? …Oh! I'm sorry about the rocking before, I was just surprised, and-"
"It's not that," Anna shook her head. "You've been driving for hours these past two days and even when we and Sven slept you kept on watching over us. It's time you get some rest, don't you think?"
"What? No, I'm still strong enough to continue-"
"Oh shush! Besides, I think Sven would like a change of pace from your burly hands, isn't that right Sven?"
The reindeer neighed happily, which Anna took as an affirmative.
"Alright, it's settled. Pass it here," Anna smiled and held out a hand. Sighing, Kristoff passed over the reins to her. "Well, make yourself comfortable then, Sir Kristoff. Anna and Sven Express will make sure you get to the Enchanted Forest in no time!"
"Thanks," Kristoff chuckled and stretched his legs. "Nighty-night, Anna."
"Nighty-night, Kristoff."
Another day of they spent on the carriage, and they were finally here, at the end of their journey's first half.
The Enchanted Forest.
Thick layer of mist covered the trees before them, and Anna could see nothing through it.
They swiftly dismounted, part in awe, part full of curiosity for the unnatural marvel before them. Even without magical powers, Anna and Kristoff knew there was some sort of power shrouding this place.
"Oh who hoo! Look at this place!" Olaf the snowman chirped excitedly. Without a doubt in his steps, he rushed forward towards the mist.
"Wait, Olaf!" Anna called, but it's too late. He'd disappear behind the mist, never to be seen again…
Or not. The mist repelled the snowman with such force that he landed on his head.
The mist wasn't just a normal mist, Anna realized. It was a magical barrier, purposed to repel anyone coming close to the Forest.
Just as Elsa mentioned in her letter.
"Oh, this is exciting!" Olaf laughed, and again he rushed against the foggy barrier. And was repelled. And he tried again, only to be beaten back down.
"How… how are we supposed to get through this…?" whispered the Princess. Anguish started to tighten its grip on her: she was no magical being, such powers were beyond her ability. Slowly, she walked closer to the misty boundary and reached out her hand…
"Ah!"
… and was repelled, as well.
"Anna, are you okay!?" Kristoff rushed to her side.
"I'm okay," Anna nodded. "Elsa!" she called.
No response.
"Elsa, please, if you can hear me, I'm here!"
Again, silence.
"This isn't working," Anna muttered, frustrated. "We've come this far, and this isn't working. How are we supposed to get to her?"
Kristoff gently put his hand on the flustered Princess's shoulder.
"Maybe we shouldn't."
Anna shot him a fierce look but he didn't budge this time.
"You've read the letter, Anna. Elsa herself said that she was stuck on the other side, and she has her powers. Even then she couldn't get through this barrier. What can we, who don't have her powers, do?"
"I know, Kristoff, but she's my sister! I can't sit still while-"
"Elsa is safe, Anna! We know that much! If we try and force our way through, and somehow get hurt in the process, I don't think that's what she wanted!"
The mountain man's unusual assertiveness and sound argument slowly stirred the Princess over. She knew what he spoke of was the truth.
"You're right… but…"
"Hey, it's not the end of the world," Kristoff pulled her into a reassuring hug. "Elsa is safe there, on the other side. At least she's far from the war – those Nordgard scums won't be able to hurt her."
They kept the hug for moments, until Anna finally managed to regain her steady breathing.
"I think… you're right," Anna said, finally smiling. "And it's our job to keep it that way, to keep Nordgard away from here."
"That's right," Kristoff beamed.
Anna sighed. "That's three days down the drain. The Prime Minister will definitely hound me the moment I get back."
"Well, best we get on our way back, shouldn't we?"
The couple smiled and hugged once more. Kristoff swiftly strode back into the carriage, while Anna gave the forest a last longing look.
Elsa, wherever you are, please stay safe, she prayed.
"…Anna?"
Anna's pupils dilated. Elsa's voice? It couldn't be. She had to be getting really tired to hallucinate now.
"Elsa?" her voice came out without thinking, however.
The surface of the mist shimmered.
Squinting, the Princess stepped closer again to the edge of the Forest. Curiosity and anxiety peaked.
"Elsa, is that you?"
"Anna! What's wrong?" Kristoff rushed back to her side. "I thought you were right behind me! I was surprised that-"
"Ssh!" the Princess held up a hand to cover the mountain man's mouth.
The mist kept shimmering, until it slowly revealed a feminine figure.
Braided blonde hair.
Icy blue eyes.
And that beautiful face.
A bead of tear fell down from the side of the Princess' eye.
"Elsa, is that you? Is that really you?" she whispered.
"Anna…? How on earth…?" Elsa's faint voice carried over from the other side. Apparently, it wasn't just the Princess hallucinating – Kristoff and Olaf's jaw also dropped at the sight of the Queen of Arendelle's surprised visage.
"Elsa!" Anna leapt. There was so much she'd like to say, so much need to hug and feel the real warmth of her sister.
But the misty barrier didn't let her. It bounced away and knocked her over.
"Anna!" came Elsa's concerned voice. Anna didn't linger and bounced back on her feet straight away. Her fingers grasped at the barrier of fog. Though their touches couldn't reach each other, they felt the other's presence ever so real, ever so strongly.
"Oh Elsa…" she breathed, tears streaming down her face. "That's really you, isn't it? You're so… big now!" Looking at Elsa's now prominent belly, Anna was flooded with relief and happiness at her sister's wellbeing.
"Anna…" Elsa cupped her hands to her mouth, and she too was crying. "What are you doing here? And Kristoff? Olaf?"
"We came to get you back," Anna sobbed, wiping the beads that streamed down her face. "A shame… it looks like we can't, right now."
"No, you can't," Elsa nodded, and she too was wiping her own tears. "I've tried, and whatever forces is keeping this mist, it's beyond me. At least, for now."
"For now?"
"Yes. It's something that has to do with Arendelle."
"Arendelle? How?"
Elsa shot a glance at Kristoff and Olaf.
"Oh!" Anna exclaimed, seemingly getting Elsa's gesture. "Could you guys leave us for a moment?"
"That's okay, Anna, they can stay," Elsa shook her head. "After all, it concerns them too. But promise me, you'll keep this a secret among us, okay Kristoff, Olaf?"
"Okay!"
"I understand, Elsa."
Elsa smiled and continued.
"It was before we were born… the day our father and grandfather came here to officiate the gift of the dam for the Northuldra… And the day grandfather was lost, and Papa came home King of Arendelle. Do you remember that story?"
Anna nodded, and Elsa continued her explanation.
"Something happened that day. Something terrible. I don't know who started it, but a bitter fight happened between our soldiers and the Northuldra, the natives of these lands. And it's caused unrest within the Spirits of the Land, and so no one's ever gotten in and out of here. I have to go down to its root and solve it once and for all."
"Solve it? How?"
"I don't know at the moment," Elsa shook her head.
Anna bit her lip, unsure of what to say to her sister. Part of her wanted Elsa to come back, yet another part, that had just continued to grow stronger, wanted her not to. Elsa had suffered enough, and Anna hated it that she couldn't share her burden.
"Anna, sorry you have to come all this way," Elsa whispered, her face turning serious. "But I can't go with you for now. But I promise to finish this as soon as possible, and I will get back to Arendelle. To you. Okay?"
Anna kept quiet, seemingly struggling with forming words.
"Anna?"
"Elsa…" she managed finally. "I think… you should stay here. Until the war is over. You're safer here."
"… What?"
Elsa couldn't believe her ears. Was this the same Anna? Her sister, who was always running after her, who'd come all the way here to bring her back?
"I don't understand, Anna. You don't want me to come back?" Elsa whispered softly, forcing a smile on her face.
"I do," Anna muttered. "I really do, more than anything, more than anyone. But… I think this place – the Enchanted Forest? You're safe here, Elsa. No one can harm you here."
The smile faded from Elsa's face. When she spoke, her pitch might have raised a notch.
"But I'm the Queen of Arendelle, Anna. I have a duty to our people. To you! I must lead them, especially in this time of war! Have you forgotten what I taught you about noblesse oblige?"
"And I'm saying this is wrong!" said Anna, raising her voice as well. "You've already given so much in this war! Your happiness, your efforts, everything! You even almost lose your life!"
"That's nonsense!" Elsa shook her head.
"I've heard it from soldiers who were there, Elsa! How the Warlock hurt you… I can't bear the thought of you having to go through it again!"
"And that's exactly the reason why I should return as soon as I can, Anna! I'm the only one who can stop him!"
"You won't need to! He's beaten, The Warlock is beaten! And Hans' brothers assured me he won't come back!"
Elsa sighed, and Anna was breathing heavily.
"Assuming if it's true," Elsa continued, "The war has not yet ended, Anna. There's still so much to do… Arendelle needs me. It's my duty to lead our people. I can't forsake them while-"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about, Elsa!" Anna banged against the barrier. "You're always duty this, duty that! When will you start thinking about your own happiness? Your own wellbeing!? You're pregnant, and yet you can't even get a single moment to rest!"
Anna fought back the tears of anger that threatened to gush out.
"All I'm – I'm saying is, it's okay to rely on us more… I can be your arms and legs, your eyes and ears in Arendelle," whispered the Princess. "I can take care of Arendelle, while you stay here and do what you need to do. Get some rest, take care of the baby. Forget about trying to solve this problem with Grandfather, at least for now."
The Queen's eyes, full of sadness and hesitation, fixated on her sister.
"Anna, I appreciate the sentiment. I really do. But I think… you're not yet ready. Politics is not easy, and-
"So that's it then. You don't trust me."
Elsa opened her mouth for a rebuttal, but Anna shot her a sad look that stopped her words in her throat.
The Princess hummed a low, soft melody that reflected the somber look on her face.
"Spare, am I really just the spare
I'm not part of the town, not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly in-between
You're the scholar, athlete, poet
I'm the screw up, don't I know it
But then who could ever compare
Of course they're gonna think I'm just the spare
Well, I won't care
So I'm the extra button on a coat
In case another one comes loose
But if I have to be a button
Why can't I be a button that's of use
I may lack style and I may lack grace
And once in a while I fall on my face
But this little button deserves a place in the sky
This button wants to fly"
"Wait, buttons can't fly, it doesn't make any sense" Anna muttered, and Elsa let out a small laugh. Both sisters were now smiling at each other, and Anna continued her tune.
"So I'm a rusty horseshoe hanging up
Over somebody's old barn door
And I'll be hanging there forever
Just wishing the horse had one leg more
And maybe I can't be the perfect one
And maybe I err on the side of fun
But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere
This horseshoe is more than just a spare
Someday I'll find my thing
A thing that's all my own
That thing that makes me part of something
Not just all alone
Yet if only all this feeling I have in my heart
Could mean something to someone, how I'd love to play that part"
The Princess stared straight into her Queen sister's eyes, and instantly the Queen realized that the last line was meant for her.
"So I'm just the second-born sister
Who most of the town ignores
Like a button, like a horseshoe
Like a girl who's bad at metaphors
Maybe I don't have your magic touch
And maybe I don't have your talent as such
Just this heart with much too much to share
So I'll never be your substitute
But I'm more than just the spare"
Anna blew a deep breath as the last of the melody escaped her lips. She looked at her elder sister and smiled.
"I… I have no idea, you felt that way, Anna… I'm sorry…" Elsa stammered.
"I don't," Anna shook her head. "All I wanted is for you to trust me. And above all, for you to be safe. I don't need anything else." She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the barrier. "I love you, sis."
"And I love you too, Anna."
The sisters might be physically apart, unable to touch each other. Yet at this moment, their hearts were one. And Kristoff and Olaf could only smile at the sisterly bond before them.
"So… is it okay if I share your burden? Arendelle is as much my home as it is yours. And besides, I have other people to help me too… Kristoff, Kai, Prime Minister Ludvig, everyone."
The Queen nodded at her sister and smiled. "Just promise me you won't push yourself too much, okay?"
"That's what I should say to you," Anna giggled. "Well, I promise I'll write to you whenever things get too rough. Just help me with magic to get the letter to you, okay?"
"Of course," said Elsa, and she too was giggling.
"Oh, and write to me when the baby's born!" Anna added excitedly "… Oops, silly me, of course you can't write right after you've just given birth. The night before, then? No no, that can't be-"
"You'll be godmother?"
Her sister's question caught Anna of guard.
"Wait, what? You want me to…"
"… Be the godmother of my baby, yes," Elsa nodded.
A mixture of confusion and elation hit Anna, and for a moment she hung her head, unable to properly mount a response.
"… Anna?" Elsa called worriedly.
"Yes," Anna whispered finally. "Yes, yes of course, Elsa!"
They might have been physically apart, yet both sisters felt as if they had just been enveloped in the warmest of hugs.
A/N: So, a little bit of sisterly Elsanna fluff that I thought was long overdue. Song is "More Than Just a Spare", an outtake from the original Frozen.
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