"Never dreamed out in the world
There are arms to hold you
You've always known
Your heart was on its own"
— Learn to be Lonely Written by Andrew Lloyd Webber
Five years old
Anna wished she had brought a book. Sitting across from Elsa's closed door for hours and hours and hours, might not have been the best idea but what could she do. Snow no longer covered the ground and her sister continued to stay in her bedroom. She needed to find out what she did wrong and say sorry so they could be best friends again.
A clock somewhere in the castle began to ring and Anna counted each chime.
Eleven.
Eleven minus eight equaled three.
Only three hours? Not ten? It felt like ten. The clock had to be wrong. She would tell her mama and papa that the clock needed to be fixed or everyone would be late for everything and the castle would fall to pieces and Elsa would never leave her room and she would never see her sister again and-
Loud rumbling from her stomach interrupted Anna's thoughts. Now she wished for a book and cookies. The kitchen wasn't that far…
No. Anna decided to stay where she was. If she died right there of hunger then Elsa would have to leave her room.
The thunk of metal sounded loud in the silent hallway. Out of nowhere a plate with a sandwich and three cookies appeared next to her.
"Lunch, Your Highness."
"Thank you." Anna felt bad that the maid brought her cookies and she could not remember her name.
After the blonde woman bobbed a curtsy and left, Anna noticed the picture book by the plate. Something called 'eddquit' said she could not read while having a meal. But mama and papa weren't around to say anything.
Bright illustrations filled the first page and Anna wished she knew how to read. Elsa had read this story out loud once. The two boys in the drawings were best friends and in it they went to Timeless Mountain looking for trolls. They picked flowers, talked with a singing orange fish, ate berries, and forgot about their families. Page after page showed the fun they had on the tall, green mountain as the two grew old and one went to heaven. Alone, the old man cried and cried until a lake of tears formed.
Anna did not like the ending. Why were they separated? They should have been together.
"They will be again," the memory of Elsa comforting her came back, "when Lael dies, he'll get to see Philip again in heaven."
"Then they can play together and eat cookies!"
"Yup."
"Elsa?"
"Yes?"
Silence filled their room as Anna's little four-year-old self gathered her thoughts.
"Will we always be together?"
"Of course, we're sisters!" Elsa's arms wrapped around her. "We'll always be together."
"Yay!" Anna hugged her back with all her might.
Meal finished and the last drawing looked at, Anna turned her attention to her sister's door and waited for any hint of it opening.
Loud stomps shook the ground. Anna, scared, stood and wondered which way to run. Wait! She had to tell Elsa they needed to run away.
"Annnnnaaaaa." The deep voice all but growled her name.
Whatever was getting closer knew her name. In every story she heard, when the monster knew your name, bad things happened. Fear kept her from moving and she saw the monster round the corner.
The thing was huge. Bits of wood from the ceiling fell to the carpeted floor with every scrape of the ice (it at least looked like ice to her) horns on top of its head. Long, lanky body made of pure white snow had spots where blue ice peeked through.
"Annnnnaaaaaa."
Terror kept her in place and she wished for mama and papa. They'd save her from this monster.
The thing stopped in front of Elsa's door and reached out.
"N-no!" Still, her feet wouldn't move.
A loud crack echoed in the hall and the white door fell to the floor, the doorframe jagged where the hinges were ripped out. Through the empty space she saw not her sister's room but a sunny meadow with a small log cabin.
"Annnnnaaaaa." The monster's overwhelmingly large hand reached behind her and pushed Anna to the door.
"No! I don't wanna!" Her shouts were ignored and she stumbled through the opening. Anna spun around to hurry back but when she did the doorway wasn't there. In every direction she turned only grass and jagged rocks could be seen. No birds chirped in the trees, no butterflies fluttered to the flowers, no bees hummed as they worked.
Somehow Anna knew, without a shadow of a doubt, nothing lived on this mountain and there was no way to get back home. She would have to live by herself forever. Tears began to fall.
Anna woke with a start. Somewhere a door had slammed shut and the sound continued to echo down the hall. Tear-filled eyes swung around wildly. This wasn't that sad meadow. The familiar decorations of home comforted her.
Nothing but a horrible dream.
She shivered remembering that place and pulled the blanket tighter around her. Blanket? When did this get here? Anna didn't recognize it. The empty lunch plate was gone too. A servant must have cleaned it up and brought the blanket.
Hopefully she didn't miss Elsa during her nap.
"Thank you." The dinner plate of hot food set down in front of her smelled delicious but she wasn't particularly hungry. All day Anna sat in the hallway. Not once did she catch a glimpse of her sister and her knocks, as usual, went unanswered.
"Anna, I heard from Emily that you sat in front of Elsa's door all day."
"Yes, papa." That was the blonde woman's name. Anna would be sure to return the blanket tomorrow. "I was waiting for Elsa."
"You know you and your sister have to stay apart."
"But why? I'll be good. I promise." For the second time that day, tears filled her eyes. "I miss her."
Anna watched her mama's blurry form walk around the table and crouch down beside her. Gentle fingers wiped away her tears.
"I know you do, darling."
"You and papa are always busy now and Nanny is gone. There's no one to play with. Can't Elsa play with me sometimes?" Why did she have to be alone all the time?
"No, darling, she can't, not for a long time."
"Forever?"
"Not forever, just for a while."
How long would that be? Would she be really old like her parents when she'd get to see Elsa?
"Until then," mama tidied unruly red bangs, "you will have to learn to be lonely."
"Learn to be lonely?"
"Yes, you'll have to be your own friend for a while."
"Oh, okay." Now Anna really wasn't hungry.
Nine Years Old
"…and that's how I hurt my shoulder! The doctor said I'll have to wear this sling for a week and it'll be fine." Anna swung her head up to look at the painting on the wall behind her. "Don't worry, Joan. I won't try climbing that tree again."
Hopefully she had convinced her parents not to cut the poor, defenseless tree down. It wasn't its fault she slipped off a branch.
Anna sighed. Talking to the paintings did help but she missed the back and forth of actually talking with people. The unavoidable trip to Finland meant it would be two weeks until her parents returned home and until then paintings were all she had for company.
"Learn to be lonely. Learn to be lonely. Learn to be lonely…" Anna whispered the mantra mama taught her. It helped to remind herself things would always be this way.
"Bye, Joan." Even being injured, staying still for too long wasn't easy. She should be studying. But if she left the portrait room a servant would undoubtedly find her and escort her back to the library, so instead she wandered over to one of the tall windows and peered out.
From here she could see the mountains, a couple of buildings on the outskirts of the city, a lot of wilderness, and a tiny section of the fjord. A faded, barely remembered dream floated back to her. The oppressive feeling of being abandoned on a mountain without a single living thing in sight.
The mountains outside the window stretched into the distance, most of the peaks white with snow but otherwise a vibrant green. Fear slid into her thoughts. Most people would love the view from the window. Not Anna. Mountains were where people died alone.
Two people loading a row boat into the sliver of fjord she could see caught her attention. Daydreams of sailing a small boat filled Anna's mind and she smiled, thinking about valiantly breaking her sister out of her room to come with.
If Elsa still remembered her.
When was the last time she caught a passing glance of her absent sister? Two years ago? Three? It didn't matter. Not anymore.
"Learn to be lonely. Learn to-" Anna stopped mid-sentence. Tinkling of piano music could be heard through the closed door. It took mere seconds to reach the door and crack it open. Crystal clear notes woven into a melodious song soothed the restlessness constantly bubbling under her skin.
Normally, Elsa only practiced after breakfast but every once in a while she'd play in the evening or late at night. Those were special occasions because only well-practiced pieces would be played, none of the normal starting and stopping from the morning.
Twice, a couple of years ago, Anna did try to sneak into the music room to see Elsa. It didn't work. Both times the music suddenly stopped when she reached the long hallway and all she found was an empty room.
Anna sat on the floor by the slightly open door. Pain from her shoulder subsided as music filled the portrait room.
Fifteen Years Old
The rock under her where she sat dug in painfully but Anna didn't have the energy, nor will, to move into a more comfortable position. In this part of the garden, behind the castle in the far back corner, plants and trees grew wild since there weren't enough staff to keep all of the grounds under control. No one could see or even knew of her hiding space. Not that anyone would come looking for her anymore.
Three months.
Her parents had been dead for three months and now she was more alone than ever. Servants, still far too few for the castle, continued to rush from chore to chore, unable to spend time with a pathetically lonely princess. Kai, who used to seek her out several times a day, spent day after day helping her sister run the kingdom, a task understandably more important than her. Elsa, someone she hadn't seen in almost a decade, didn't need nor want her around, a spare unsuitable to be a spare.
Tears fell and she tightened the cloak around her. Cold seemed to envelope the castle these days as though the weather were in mourning too. Learn to be lonely, no longer needed to be said aloud, so ingrained into her it had become, never felt more true than it did now.
Dinging from the clock tower woke her. Anna hadn't meant to doze off out in the garden but she hadn't been sleeping well since the funeral. She stood and brushed the dirt off her black dress. Right leg having fallen asleep, she held onto a tree limb for balance and waited for feeling to come back.
Stone peaks from the nearby mountain range could be seen over the tall walls. This time of year, only the mountains in the north would be completely covered in snow, these would still have merchants traveling their roads for several months still.
An idea tickled.
No one, besides the small handful of people at the funeral, had seen her in almost a decade. People streamed in and out of the busy capital in preparation for winter. Who would notice another unknown redhead joining the crowd heading out of the city and up a mountain pass? Anna had money tucked away and there were a few trinkets in her room that could easily be sold. She gave it three days before anyone noticed her missing.
Then she'd be free.
Free from being an unwanted afterthought. Free from being in the way of day to day life. Free from being the useless spare. Then Elsa could become the queen she was destined to be.
Finally with a plan for her life beyond what book to read next, and feeling returned to her right leg, Anna carefully weaved her way out of her hiding spot and back to the overgrown grassy lawn.
"Princess Anna! There you are!"
"Huh?" Confused as to why someone called out to her, Anna abruptly stopped and turned her head towards the voice.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness." A short, stout woman with graying hair and flour on a round cheek, bobbed a quick curtsy. "I was looking for you. We're trying a new cookie and I think we almost have it. Please come tell us your thoughts?"
"I… well…"
"Oh good, you found her."
"Fredrick?"
"Princess Anna," Fredrick bowed, "I have to go into town. Do you require anything?"
"But, it's not the first." Ever since her parents closed the gates, once a month, a servant had been assigned to order and pick up items as needed.
"I forgot to place an order for wood to repair the stables and fix the broken windows in the library."
"Oh." Anna had started a list last week but since she planned to leave, it seemed pointless. "I can't think of anything."
"Your Highness." The old stable master limped over, hay clinging to his brown pants.
Yet another voice called out to her and Anna wondered what was happening. No one spoke to her this much all of last month.
"Glad I caught ya. My stable hand is sick and I could use ya help feedin' and beddin' down the horses."
"What is going on? Did someone send you?"
"No, Your Highness."
"It's just a coincidence."
"Nope."
All three denied it but none of them would meet her eyes.
The cook's eyes darted up nervously before sliding back away.
Anna tipped her head back. Five stories up, in a window she knew looked out from Elsa's room, curtains moved. Waiting a few more days, or even a couple of weeks, wouldn't change how she felt but it would give her more time to prepare.
Just a little more time.
Eighteen Years Old
Anna leaned against the railing of her bedroom's balcony and stared at the visible portion of the mountain range. For years before Elsa's coronation, the pull to lose herself out there, where the temptation to form connections with other people could easily be avoided, would nearly overwhelm her. Several times she had a bag packed ready to go when something (a pulled muscle, bad weather, urgent castle business) stopped her long enough for the feelings to pass.
"Learn to be lonely," whispered Anna, the words no longer helped the way they used to.
"Did you say something?"
Startled, Anna spun around to see Elsa standing in the balcony's doorway.
"Nothing. Just admiring the view." If her sister ever found out about the advice given to her years ago, not only would Elsa be upset but also blame herself for the need for it to be taught.
"May I join you?" Elsa stood calmly waiting for an answer.
"Of course." The large balcony had plenty of space along the railing for both of them and eight other people but that didn't stop Anna from scooting over a little bit in a show of making room beside her.
Elsa stood next to her, shoulders brushing as they both took in the view.
Out of all the changes happening in the castle, this had to be the best and the one Anna dreamed of the most over the years. Now her big sister would seek her out multiple times a day, even if a hug was the only thing Elsa had time for between meetings. Breakfast and dinner, once a solitary affair even when their parents were alive, were now spent together (though sometimes government officials or Kristoff and Sven joined them.)
"Are you done for the day?"
"Yes." Elsa slumped tiredly against her. "All the details for the harvest festival in three weeks are finalized and now the committee can start putting it together."
"Still want to go together? If you'll be too busy, I could-"
"No, I want to go together. Unless…" Elsa bit her lip nervously.
"Unless what?" Head turned to fully see her sister, curious as to what she would say.
"…you wanted to go with Kristoff."
Laughter bubbled up suddenly at the absurd suggestion. "He finally asked Jolie to go with him. Even if you and I hadn't planned on going together, I wouldn't ask to join them."
"Kristoff and Jolie?" Elsa frowned. "I thought you and Kristoff were seeing each other."
"No." Anna wrapped an arm around Elsa's waist and enjoyed the closeness denied them both for so many years. "He's just a friend. Wait until you get to see them together, they are too adorable."
After everything that happened with Hans, who she really had liked before learning nearly everything he told her had been a lie, Anna felt uneasy trusting her heart to another person again. Reconnecting with Elsa took precedence over romance anyway.
They stood cuddling at the railing, enjoying one of the last mild days before winter took hold. Sounds of the busy courtyard below drifted up, so different from silence they grew up with.
"Elsa?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think any fish live up there?" Anna nodded vaguely to the mountains.
"Not on the North Mountain. They'd need a little hat and coat to survive. I can't imagine that would be comfortable to swim in." The response was quick and completely deadpan.
"I didn't mean the North Mountain." She chuckled and leaned her head against Elsa's. Getting silly answers from her serious sister amused her greatly.
"From the maps in the library, I know Dalis and Peigi mountains have lakes large enough to have fish. We could visit next week to see."
Ice slipped down Anna's spine and pooled into her feet.
Mountains, brown with dried vegetation, loomed larger and larger. Old fears of having to live there, alone and unwanted, rushed back.
"Anna? What's wrong?"
Hands carefully grabbed her shoulders. Anna felt herself turned away from the view to fill her sight with Elsa. A hand caressed her cheek.
"What's wrong?"
"C-can we visit your Ice Palace instead? I d-didn't g-get to see much of it."
Warm arms wrapped around Anna and pulled her close. If it weren't for the tight hold, she would have collapsed.
"Of course."
Ice thawed and feeling came back to her. Anna clung to her sister, afraid of being alone forever this time.
"We can see when Kristoff and Sven are available, I'm sure Olaf would love to come with us."
Whispered words calmed the buzzing under her skin.
"O-okay. Okay. Kristoff would love th-that." A deep breath and the scent of rose soap filled Anna's senses, calming her further. "You'll have to introduce me to the Big Guy."
"Big Guy?"
"The one who threw Kristoff and I out."
"Oh, Marshmallow."
"…Marshmallow?"
"Olaf named him."
"Oh." Anna stayed snuggled in her sister's arms.
Twenty Years Old
Relaxed chatter filled the private dining room and Anna basked in warmth that had nothing to do with the crackling fire in the fireplace. The table, when every chair had been taken, sat twelve people but during these informal dinners no one sat on either end, both sisters wanting their friends to forget their royal titles and enjoy the meal.
Teal eyes quickly flicked around the table making sure everyone had a plate of food and a full drink. Across from her sat Kristoff and his fiancé, Jolie, next to them sat Councilwoman Lawan and her husband Baram, and the last chair on that side sat Olaf (who did not eat but joined these monthly meals anyway.) On her left sat Elsa and on her right, rounding out the party, sat the husband and wife sweet makers Preeda and Galvin.
"Kristoff, where's Sven?" It felt weird not seeing the reindeer in his usual spot in front of the fire.
"He found where I hid the bag of carrots and is currently passed out at home." Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Crazy reindeer."
"Oh, you enjoy hiding them from him." Jolie ruffled his hair, improving the messy blonde locks.
"One of these days I'll find the perfect hiding spot and my carrots will be safe, there just aren't any good places."
"Neither of you have found my portion of carrots."
"Wait, you hid some?"
While Kristoff started trying to wheedle the information out of Jolie, Anna turned to Preeda who was, unsuccessfully, trying to stifle her laughter.
"How was your trip to France? Did you and Galvin learn anything new?"
"Yes!" The dark skinned woman's eyes lit up in excitement. "We learned to make calissons and bêtises."
"We also picked up new cookie cutter shapes." Galvin's deep voice sounded just as excited as his wife's.
"Looks like you'll need someone to try out your new candies."
"Hey," Kristoff interrupted, "it's my turn this time."
"No, I'm pretty sure it's my turn." Anna tried to look as innocent as possible while lying through her teeth.
"It was your turn the last two times."
"Elsa, is it my turn or-"
"His." Elsa didn't bother turning her head.
"Et tu, Elsa?"
"Lawan, have you given any more thought to selling your embroidery designs?"
"There has been interest from Griffin's Prints in London but I'm hoping a place local in the kingdom will be interested."
"Have you inquired at…"
Anna tuned out the rest of their conversation and huffed.
"It's okay, Anna." Laughter could be heard in Preeda's voice. "We'll need both of you this time."
"Preeda and I wouldn't want Arendelle's favorite princess to be left out."
"I'm the only princess," grumbled Anna.
"It explains why you're the favorite. Hey!" Kristoff tried to rescue the strawberry being stolen by Jolie.
"Yum. The strawberries are delicious this year."
"I wouldn't know." He frowned and used a fork in a useless search for another in his bowl.
"Serves you right." Anna hid a smirk behind her hand.
Kristoff sighed, put down his fork and sulked.
Without needing to say anything, both fiancé and best friend fished strawberries out of their own bowls and placed them in his. Anna would bet the entire Arendelle treasury the silly grin on Kristoff's face had to do with the kiss on the cheek and not the strawberries.
Happy voices and the clinking of silverware washed over her. These dinners were incredibly different from the ones she grew up with. After they were separated, more and more meals were spent alone as work piled up for their parents due to having less help and Elsa wouldn't leave her room.
A little sliver of doubt slid into her happiness. Things changed overnight before and they could again. Anna could feel the oppressive loneliness of the mountains behind her. In six months, Elsa would be sailing to England for the first time to meet with Queen Victoria, a trip longer than their parents' should have been. She had failed at learning to be lonely and trembled at having to live that way again.
The mountains pressed against her back, slowly suffocating her.
Spiraling thoughts stilled at the touch of a warm hand on her knee. Anna turned her head and met Elsa's understanding blue eyes. The band around her chest loosened, her heart sped up and thumped loudly in her ears. This (now normal) reaction to her sister's touch would horrify others but Anna, months after realizing her feelings, could no longer muster even a smidgen of shame.
Their fingers intertwined and the solid feeling of Elsa's hand in hers grounded Anna in a way nothing ever had.
"Are you all right?" whispered Elsa in her ear.
"I am now." Eyes closed, Anna leaned into her sister, the familiar scent of roses relaxing her. Laughter and conversation smoothed the jagged pieces of her heart.
A kiss on top of her head brought a smile to Anna's lips.
Twenty-One Years Old
Anna stomped down the hallway, angrier than she could remember ever being. Missing breakfast could, maybe, possibly be excused but to miss lunch as well with the same flimsy excuse as breakfast was just too much.
"The Queen sends her apologies. She is unable to join you due to kingdom matters requiring her attention."
Her sister obviously forgot that Kai now kept her apprised of kingdom affairs since she handled planning all social events and despite a small hiccup with the upcoming Spring Festival she took care of, nothing needed anyone's immediate attention. Only one thing made sense.
Elsa was avoiding her.
Yes, Anna had nearly kissed Elsa last night (she would have too if the maid hadn't come in with a tea tray) but she didn't and their relationship had been built enough to weather that misstep.
… hadn't it?
It had to be or she greatly misunderstood the past three years.
Whirling emotions carried Anna down the hall, past groups of servants whispering amongst themselves, straight to Elsa's open office door. Her steps did not falter as she stepped over the threshold, slammed the door shut, and brought down the metal lever locking everyone else out.
"Anna!" Thud! Elsa dropped the book she had just pulled from the shelf.
"Why weren't you at breakfast or lunch?"
"Things came-" The glare directed at her stopped the excuse before it could be fully spoken.
"We both know that's not true."
"I… I…" Elsa's gaze dropped to the floor and her hands came up to squeeze her braid.
Seeing her sister begin to pull into herself, Anna, not wanting to spook Elsa, cautiously began walking over. Now was not the time for anger. Listening and understanding were needed.
"Hey, talk to me."
Elsa's head shot up and, eyes wide with fear, took a step back right into the bookcase.
She stopped immediately. If hearts breaking could be heard, Anna's would have echoed throughout the castle. Memories of seeing that look in a palace of ice came back, shaking her confidence that Elsa wouldn't send her away again.
"I'm sorry."
"If you needed to be alone, you could have just told me. I would have understood." Not really. But Anna would have respected her need for space and not-so-patiently waited.
"N-not that." Fingers twisted together.
A chill swept over Anna.
Last night.
Today's avoidance and skittishness was from when Anna nearly kissed her. She thought Elsa had been leaning in too. Wanting it so much tricked her into seeing things that were not there.
"No, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." They would get through this and just be close sisters who help each other rule Arendelle. Later, Anna will berate herself then cry her eyes out then start learning to overlook those feelings.
"Anna…"
Learning to live with this hole in her heart would have to start tomorrow. Or next year. Right now, she needed to escape.
"I should be going. We both have work to do. That Spring Festival won't plan itself." A step back. She would not cry in front of Elsa and have her feel bad for not returning Anna's feelings.
"Anna, please wait."
A little voice told her to run, hide, do anything to avoid being hurt. It never worked before. This time, in this instance, she'd ignore their parents' whispers and trust her heart instead. Anna straightened her spine and faced Elsa. Being brave brought her sister back and being brave would keep her.
Her sister took one shaky step, then two, then six, closing the distance between them until only a few feet separated them.
Silence.
Someone had to talk first, might as well be her.
"I'm sorry about last night." Be clear and honest, years of hiding the truth almost permanently broke them apart. "I shouldn't have tried to kiss you without asking."
"You were going to kiss me?"
"I should have asked. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable around me and yet I did and I still want to kiss you but I promise I won't though I really do want to and you're so beautiful it makes me want to sing and you're so wonderful it makes me smile everyday not that this is any of your fault! I just… well… the thing is…" Stop babbling. Apologizing and immediately running away probably would have been a better idea.
Elsa stood there looking stunned.
"I'm in love with you."
There. No hedging. No promises to change. No hiding. Anna refused to move and anxiously waited in silence for the gentle rebuke. Turning to ice hadn't kept them apart and, with time, neither would this.
"You love me."
"Yes."
Before Anna could think of anything else to say, Elsa's warm hands pulled her face forward in a frantic kiss, teeth clinking painfully together. She pulled back just enough to be able to speak.
"What's going on?"
"I love you, too."
The whispered declaration wrapped around Anna's heart
"Oh."
When Elsa leaned in again, the kiss, though clumsy, didn't feel frantic or jarring. Lips caressed tentatively, learning each other's feel at a leisurely pace. Anna wrapped her arms around her sister's waist and pulled her closer. All space between them vanished.
Lips tingling, breath coming in quick pants, heart pounding a fast rhythm in her ears, Anna pulled back further this time to fully take in the beautiful woman in her arms.
"Say it again."
"I love you, too." Elsa's joyful smile lit up her face in a way Anna had never seen before.
"Then why were you avoiding me?"
"I'm sorry." A sigh. "I almost kissed you last night."
Then she didn't imagine Elsa leaning in.
"You should have."
"I should have."
"Do you want to now?" Anna automatically kissed the fingertips tracing her lips
"Yes."
"Good."
Later, much later, when the door handle turned uselessly they both were thankful for Anna barring the door.
Twenty-Seven Years Old
Anna dragged her tired body to their bed and flopped down face first.
"Are you all right?" Laughter in Elsa's voice would have annoyed her if Anna hadn't been exhausted.
"Whose brilliant idea was it to put me in charge of Arendelle's Quincentennial celebration?"
"Yours." A soft thud came from Elsa placing her book on the nightstand.
"Ugh." With the celebration still over a year away, Anna knew things would only get busier and started to wonder if hiding in the Ice Palace was a viable option.
"I can help."
"No, no. I can do this." Plans to run away fizzled. Anna rolled over onto her back and tried to gather the motivation needed to change into her night clothes. Or she could stay like this. Staying like this sounded wonderful.
"I know you can."
At least someone believed in her, since the planning committee didn't seem to.
The bed dipped and Elsa swung a leg over to straddle Anna's waist, her maroon nightdress gathering up around her hips.
"How tired are you?"
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Prompt: Never
Bonus restriction 1: Include a description of a Mountain View (bonus include a little fish on top)
Bonus restriction 2: Dialogue. 'forever' and 'never'
Bonus restriction 3: Sing-song title.
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