Anna navigated through the party in a daze. Receiving one person's love and then the next, accepting words of relief, faith, loyalty and then the next. Elsa's words, no longer a song, rang in her head. No beat, no melody.

You're old enough…

Kristoff…

Future…

Heirs...

Queen

With each ring, the weight of the words deepened.

Anna managed to get away from the swell of the party as it continued into the night. The tables in the courtyard had been moved aside to make room for dancing. The fact that she'd be dancing didn't register with Anna until Kristoff had taken her small hand and started leading her into the centre of the space. His hold on her was gentle, as it always was, but she was in the same moment pulled out of the stifling confides of her own thoughts and into the cooling air of the night.
Kristoff turned to her, placed his hand on her hip and led her in a dance. She supposed that she should've been thinking about how he learned to dance. When? And with who? But as soon as her hand came up against his broad shoulder, thought was a distant concept. All that consumed her was sense. Anna felt the rushing under his skin, the heat that was ever-present in him. She felt the gaze of everyone around her.

Kristoff spun her once and twirled her around the clearing. Her shimmering dress billowed around her, emphasizing the crescendo of the music.
Anna's eyes rested on Kristoff's face but her focus was elsewhere. Under the sounds of music and the swooning of their audience - even past the dainty sounds of her heels clicking against the cobblestone - she could hear it. The sound that had grown more recognisable to her since she first heard it in the bathtub.
Kristoff took her other hand in his and crossed them so that her back was snug against his chest. Her eyes fell on the figure in front of her who stepped closer.

The whispering sounds started to get clearer as her sister approached, Kristoff's hold on her loosening, his hands moved up to her shoulders. The whispering turned into hushed words. But she could only make out one thing before Elsa's hand grasped her's and the sounds stopped.

Ahtohallan knows…