Before Anna could knock even twice the door opened. Inside the room, Elsa sat at her intricate ice desk, papers all around her. Upon seeing her alive-again sister, she smiled. "Morning there, bedhead."
Anna moved a hand up to her head to tiredly pull at a lock of hair. She yawned "morning." It hadn't occurred to her that she was as tired as she must've sounded. Anna shifted in place. Was this the best time to bring up dreams and horses made of water? The world was busy, it should not have to stop for her. Not again.
Elsa's smile softened at her little sister's tired mannerisms. She stood up, gliding over to her, and placed her hands on Anna's shoulders.
They should've felt cold, Anna remembered always being able to recognise her sisters presence, her touch, just by the frosty aura she always had. It seemed to dissipate since yesterday. Anna wondered if Elsa could feel the shift in tolerance that she had for her too. Whether she did or didn't was unreadable to Anna. "Just like Elsa" she thought.
"You'll get better, Anna." Elsa started. "I can't imagine what it is that you are feeling right now but I'm certain that by this time next week you'll be warming up against the rules of the season." She smiled and pulled Anna in for a hug. A single tear escaped Anna's eye, but before she could mask it or wipe it away, it was gone. Turned to fleck of snow and danced down to Elsa's skin, joining a number of others. Was this what happened when Elsa cried?
Anna was so caught up in these thoughts that she hadn't processed that Elsa was now happily pulling her down the hallway back to Anna's room. "No time for lamenting, we've got to get you in your dress for the day!" Elsa's eyes met hers and she smiled, Anna smiled back. She felt as though it was the hardest thing she had done that day.
It dawned on her that there was much worse to come.
But there's a trapdoor in the sun