Elsa lifted her finger proudly. "Oh, Nanna! There's—hic—the sky and the sea…and they're aaaaaaaaaaaaaall chocolate!" She tumbled on her feet and caught on her sister's open arms, the rose of her drinks seemingly already well-established on her cheeks.
"All right. I'm so glad you brought me. This has got to be the cutest thing I've ever seen," Anna said.
Garret chuckled from her right and handed her the glass of water he had fetched from the kitchens. "I know right? I couldn't let you pass this up." He crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "Still, two glasses are all it took?" he asked in amused confusion.
"I'm honestly surprised she got to the second," Kristoff said with a shrug.
"She never really drinks. I think the last time she did was…" Anna stopped talking while making Elsa gulp down the water—her heart almost exploded at how delicately her sister's tiny hands closed around the crystal recipient. "Huh. I don't remember ever seeing her drink alcohol. Like, ever."
"First time for everything."
"I did see her completely wasted once, though!" Anna continued, her hand gently stroking the blonde head that had come to rest on her shoulder with a few hiccups and comfortable 'Ahs'. "She was sick. I don't know how it works, to be honest, I just know she looked exactly like this and tried too hard for my birthday."
"Why does she always have to drive herself mad over others?" Kristoff asked.
"She's nice like that," Anna said, her chest swelling with pride.
Garret simply smiled before smacking his knees. "Speaking of 'mad', she better start sobering down quick if she wants to receive that ShmickLord this evening."
"It's… Loooord Shrike," Elsa corrected with a pout, her eyelids visibly starting to weigh on her eyes.
"Of course, Your Majesty," he said. He then gently picked up the intoxicated queen from her sister's arms. "A nap would do you good, though."
"Hmmm. Nappy nap." She seemingly relished the thought. Her finger lifted once again, this time toward Garret's nose above her. "I like you." Then toward Anna. "I like you." Then toward Kristoff. "I like you." Then toward the portrait of some dignitary in the back of the hall. "I like you." Then to the flickering flame of a candle. "I like you."
Garret laughed. "Yes, Majesty. And everyone likes you, too."
"Yay!"
Anna silently observed her sister's victorious grin and blinked back a tear.
She had talked to Elsa a few times about how she saw herself, and it was a relief to finally witness her walk on the path of self-appreciation. "Yeah. Everyone likes you."
She couldn't express how glad she was that Everyone now included Elsa herself.