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Chapter 9 - Proof
"I really have no idea, little duck. You know math and I have never gotten along," Iduna said as she stirred the stew boiling away in the pot on the stove. She took a small taste before grabbing another pinch of salt and throwing it into the mix. Iduna heard a dramatic sigh and a solid thunk behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Anna was lying face down on her text book in defeat. "Elsa took this subject last year, didn't she? Why don't you go ask her for help?"
She walked over to Anna's current study area at the counter as her daughter threw her arms over the back of her head and mumbled something incoherent.
"Try that again, Anna, but this time without a mouth full of your math textbook."
Anna let out yet another heavy sigh before picking her head up, over exaggerating the effort it took. "I said Elsa won't open her door for me. She'll just tell me to go away… If she says anything at all."
"I could have sworn you two were making progress?" Iduna said with a frown. "Or was I imagining that you two had snuck downstairs to eat ice cream at almost midnight?"
"We didn't sneak down together. She happened to already be down here when I decided I wanted… Wait. You caught us?"
"Mother's intuition is a real superpower," Iduna responded. "But I decided to let you two have your moment."
It had been over a week since the late night ice cream encounter and Elsa had taken to brushing her off with a simple 'go away, Anna' whenever she knocked since then. Anna had been shocked the first time she heard it come through Elsa's closed door, but mostly she was upset at herself for coming on too strong that night. She just had to go and open her big mouth instead of letting Elsa come to her instead. Anna could tell from the look of panic on Elsa's face after she had called her out on still caring that they'd taken several steps backward in an instant despite all the progress they'd made since she'd moved into the Manor.
"I pushed too hard that night," Anna said dejectedly. "I went classic Anna and got overly excited that I'd broken through to her, and now I'm back at square one."
"I don't think it's square one, Anna. At least you two aren't fighting," her mother responded before placing a kiss on top of Anna's head. She walked back to the stove to give the pot another stir. "But if you really need help with that homework, I can't give it to you. I know Elsa can. It's worth a try."
Anna nodded, knowing that her mother was right. She stuck her loose binder paper into the textbook to keep her place and slid her pencil behind her ear. Anxiety built up with each step up the grand staircase and down the hall toward the snowflake decorated door. The rejection she'd been getting from Elsa stung worse this time, and she cursed herself for getting so close to breaking down Elsa's walls only to have them rebuilt faster and stronger than ever. Anna wasn't sure how long she'd stood outside the door before she finally summoned the courage to raise a fist.
Knock. Knock. Knock-knock. Knock.
"Elsa?... Elsa, please? I know you're in there. I… I really need help with this Geometry homework and my mom's clueless and your dad is still at work. I can't call Ariel because she's still not talking to me and Rapunzel is just as bad at math as Mama is and… I can't fail the test this week or else I'm off the cheer squad and I just…" Anna trailed off and waited a beat. She shook her head in defeat and chastised herself quietly. "Forget it. What were you even thinking, Anna?"
She turned to go into her room when she heard the knob turn. Anna glanced back to see Elsa stepping through the doorway before shutting it closed behind her.
"Is it proofs?"
"Miss Arendelle! Since it seems below you to even feign any semblance of attention due to what I can only assume is a wealth of knowledge on the subject, perhaps you could enlighten the class on how the Parliamentary system in Britain may have influenced our own US Constitution?" Mr. Weselton sneered, a smug smile smeared across his pointed face.
Elsa took a deep breath. She loathed this small, small man; despised everything about him from his bad toupee and obviously lifted shoes right down to his clear disdain for every girl that ever walked through these halls. If there were more choices in advanced history courses to take that year, she would have chosen one not taught by him. Unfortunately, they were all taught by him.
"We're all waiting with bated breath," Mr. Weselton continued his condescension, sarcasm and antagonism lacing his tone. When Elsa appeared to be at a loss, he seemed extremely pleased with himself. "Nothing? Well it would seem I've stumped the school's prodigal genius with a simple…"
"There are innumerable ways the Parliamentary system of Britain has influenced the US government. Without diving deeply into the obvious attributes that the Founding Fathers chose to be completely adversary to their former oppressors in what was surely an extension of rebellion, the most prominent feature of Parliament that was borrowed in the writing of our own Constitution lies in the concept of the separation of powers throughout government," Elsa interrupted, voice entirely unaffected and monotoned. It seemed she was getting very comfortable in her new Ice Queen persona. She waited for a response, but one never came. "Would you like me to continue, Mr. Weselton?"
"No, Miss Arendelle. That is sufficient," he said through gritted teeth, eye twitching slightly from his ire. He then turned his attention to the rest of the class. "Well, what are the rest of you imbeciles doing? Write all of that down."
When the end of class finally came, Elsa walked out clutching her binder to her chest. She made her way to the Quad, destination set on her sunny table on its far side. It wasn't until she'd gotten halfway down the hallway that she noticed the presence walking in tandem with her. She looked over to see a spunky brunette flashing her a wide smile.
"Might I help you, Rapunzel?" Elsa drawled in her now perfected Ice Queen voice.
"That was amazing!" Rapunzel exclaimed, ignoring the tone. "I thought Weaseltown's head was going to explode. You could practically see the steam rising out from under that awful toupee."
Elsa rolled her eyes at the mention of the most hated teacher at their prep school. "The man finds far too much joy in humiliating the students here. Someone has to remind him of his station every now and then."
"Oh, I see it now. Anna was right," Rapunzel mused. Elsa gave her a sideways glance at the mention of Anna and the lively girl just smiled wider. "While she's openly a spit-fire, you're just as feisty. Albeit in a much more nuanced sort of way."
Elsa had no idea how to respond to that, but she was saved from answering when a small beeping came from her watch. She frowned at the notification and pulled out her phone to check something.
"Is everything okay?"
Elsa started, she'd forgotten that Rapunzel was still walking with her. "Everything is fine."
They continued toward the outdoor area of the school in silence, Rapunzel still remaining by her side. When they exited the building, Elsa looked up and sighed. The sky was overcast. Thanksgiving holidays were next week and it seemed that the rainy season was soon to descend upon the Bay Area.
"Hey, Elsa," Rapunzel started timidly when Elsa began to veer away. Elsa turned toward the girl before heading over to her usual lunch table. "So… Anna and I got our Geometry tests back this morning. She did really well and said it's because you helped her. I, on the other hand, didn't do so hot. I was wondering, if it's not too much trouble… If I could ask you to help me too?
"I mean… Only if you're also helping Anna. Like, if she's planning on getting tutored by you, maybe I could stop by and join? I wouldn't want you to take extra time to help me on the side," Rapunzel rambled in a very Anna-like fashion when Elsa only stared at her. "It's just… you see, I'm not very good at math. English and art are really my strengths, and I need to bring my geometry grade up by the end of the semester to remain on the softball team and - "
"That would be fine," Elsa said, if only to stop the barrage of words that were coming at her. She wasn't sure what Anna had been telling her friend. It wasn't exactly false that she'd helped Anna with a few concepts she was having trouble grasping for her math class, but Elsa had never thought of it as tutoring. It was really the only interaction they had been having since having ice cream that late night. Helping Anna with her schoolwork was all Elsa was willing to capitulate on after that.
"Really? Great! Thank you! You're such a life saver," Rapunzel gushed. "I'll talk to Anna about it. See you later, Elsa."
Elsa watched as Rapunzel skipped over to her table with the two red heads, both of whom were looking curiously in their direction. While Ariel immediately started talking to Rapunzel as she approached, Anna's eyes remained on Elsa, a questioning look upon her face. She averted her gaze quickly and walked over to her table, a lonely isle in a sea of students exactly the way she liked it.
"You're being a real stinker," Anna shouted at Elsa's back as she made her way up the grand staircase of the Manor.
"Am not!" Elsa said, spinning around to stare down at the red head once she hit the mid-landing.
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Girls," came a tired voice from above them.
Elsa and Anna stopped arguing at once when Jules began descending from the second floor toward Elsa. She was always beautiful and in many ways, Elsa was an exact, miniature copy of the elegant woman. The only differences were in the shape of their mouths and, where Elsa had a light dusting a freckles across her nose that she'd inherited from her father, Jules' skin was as unblemished as the smoothest porcelain.
"Would you care to explain why you're shouting at each other?" Jules said. The girls knew this was not truly a question.
"Anna wants me to play the damsel… again! She always gets to be the knight," Elsa said indignantly. She then looked down to Anna who had paused halfway up the lower staircase. "Sometimes, I want to be the one to save the princess."
"I just want to play pretend, Elsa!"
"And why do you always want to be the knight, Anna?" Jules asked sincerely.
Anna switched her attention to her godmother and her face reddened. "I don't really want to say, Mama Jules."
That made both of the blondes pause. It was unlike Anna to not share her feelings with them. Anna was just a bundle of emotions, unrelenting in the sheer magnitude of the feelings she had, and was never ashamed of them.
"Come here, little duck," Jules said as she headed down to Anna. She picked up the small six-year old and propped her up on her hip. "Follow please, Elsa."
They made their way into the drawing room. Jules sat on the small loveseat and shifted Anna to sit upon her lap while Elsa clambered up to sit in the space next to her. Anna wouldn't meet either of their eyes, her ears still red from whatever was going through her mind. Jules gave Elsa a look that told her to remain quiet before she took Anna's small chin and tilted it up toward her.
"What's going on in that head of yours, my darling?"
"Nothing," Anna said quietly. Jules raised an eyebrow at her in response and Anna stuck her bottom lip out before letting go a deep breath. "I like to be the knight to save Elsa because… Well… shesalwayssavingmeandsoIjustwantthechancetosavehertoo."
Elsa's eyebrows scrunched so closely together that they nearly touched as she tried to decipher the last part of Anna's statement. She'd said it so quickly in one big breath that Elsa wasn't sure if it had consisted of any real words. Her mother, on the other hand, had seemed to untangle the mess of a sentence.
"How does Elsa always save you?"
"Well, she helps me with my homework and keeps Billy Larkin from picking on me at school and she helps me eat my vegetables when no one is looking -"
"Anna!"
Anna looked over at the other little girl and her eyes went wide when she realized what she just admitted. "I mean - no! I eat all my own vegetables!"
"Yes, of course. I know," Jules chuckled. The girls liked to think they were sneaky, but Iduna and she knew exactly what the girls got up to during dinner. It's the reason they'd started asking Gerda to serve Elsa slightly less vegetables and Anna slightly more. It always evened out in the end.
Both children relaxed thinking they'd dodged a bullet. Anna looked back at her godmother. "She's always looking out for me. Playing the knight is the only time I get to rescue her."
"That's not true!" Elsa exclaimed. She tugged lightly on one of Anna's braided pigtails to make her look at her. "You ask the teacher questions for me when I'm feeling too shy. You always pick me first for your team on the playground even though you know I'm no good. You punched Billy Larkin when he -"
"You did what?!" her mother interrupted.
"He took Elsa's book and was holding it over her head where she couldn't reach it," Anna said sheepishly, but then looked at Elsa and smirked. "Remember his face when he dropped it on his own head after I did?"
Both girls started giggling. Jules tried her best not to laugh as well. Iduna would be very upset if she inadvertently encouraged Anna's inclination for the more physical forms of retribution. Instead, she shook her head.
"You see, little duck?" she said and waited for Anna to look back at her. "You both look out for each other and protect each other. As you always should. You don't have to play pretend to make it so. Together, you two can conquer anything for each other."
Anna smiled and nodded her understanding. Suddenly, a beeping sound came from the watch on Jules' wrist. Anna and Elsa shared a look when the mother looked a little worried.
"Is everything okay, mama?" Elsa asked.
"Yes, little fawn," Jules responded automatically, but she continued to click buttons on the digital device. "Everything is fine."
She stopped fidgeting with it when she felt two little hands cup her cheeks. Jules looked up to see Anna smiling at her while holding her face. "Do you need some chocolate ice cream, Mama Jules?"
"That does sound lovely," she said, grinning back at the adorable freckled face of her goddaughter. "But first, you must promise to not hit the other children at school anymore."
"But you said that we should never make promises we aren't certain that we can keep," Anna said seriously, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Jules laughed heartily at that. Her girls were always so intuitive, she wondered how they could possibly only be six years old.
"Yes, your mama and I do say that, don't we? Very well, but do please try," she responded and set Anna on her feet. Another beeping came from her watch and she schooled her features with another small smile. "Would you two like to go to Fenton's?"
"Yes!" they shouted in unison and dashed to get ready.
Anna was pulled out of her thoughts when the world around her started moving. She looked over at Ariel on her right who had started to gather her things. The two ginger girls had patched things up for the most part. Anna had taken Elsa's advice the morning after their late night talk and explained to Ariel that she would be her friend no matter who else she was friends with. It took over a week of trying, but Ariel eventually accepted Anna's apology.
"What's going on?" Anna whispered to Ariel.
"Daydreaming again, Anna?" Ariel whispered back as she rolled her eyes and laughed quietly. "We're meeting with our partners to discuss our books."
Anna watched as Ariel made her way over to Aurora and shook the girl awake before looking back down at the paper she'd slipped into the front pocket of her binder after first period today. Her Geometry teacher had handed back last week's test, and when she came around to Anna, Mrs. Mason gave her a smile and told her to keep up the good work. Anna was shocked at her grade. She knew she did well enough; her grasp of the subject has never been better thanks to the help from Elsa and she felt confident she'd passed it. Anna just never imagined she'd scrape an A minus.
And now Elsa has agreed to also help Rapunzel? She could hardly get two words not regarding angles and degrees and equations out of Elsa for the last couple weeks, but she's suddenly willing to help Rapunzel like they're friends. Anna was trying her best to keep her little jealousy troll under control, though it got harder with each passing day of Elsa's icy demeanor. She just had to remember that she'd gotten Elsa to start opening back up to her before, she could do it again, and this time she wouldn't push her luck.
Let the fawn come to you, her mother had reminded her.
"Ahem."
Anna jumped and looked up to where Elsa had now taken residence in Ariel's seat. "Sorry, I was miles away. What did you say?"
"I asked how far you've gotten into our book."
I see we've circled back to the Ice Queen voice again, Anna thought despairingly. This is going to take weeks to get back to where we were.
"Oh… You see, funny story…"
"You haven't even started it, have you?" Elsa said. When Anna just looked at her sheepishly, Elsa couldn't help but close her eyes and pinch the bridge of her nose. Anna was just glad Elsa's tone adopted some feeling to it, even if it was exasperation directed at her. Feelings, even negative ones, meant they were getting somewhere. "Anna, we're supposed to start working on this over winter break."
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just between cheerleading and my art history project this semester and all the other classes, I forgot about it. It just… seemed like I had so much time to read it and - "
A beeping sound came from Elsa's Apple watch. Anna paused as the blonde seemed to deflate when looking at the notification. Elsa rolled her shoulders back and let out a slow breath before she looked back to the red head. "Do you think you can read it by the end of the semester?"
"I mean, it doesn't look like a very long book. A month should be enough," Anna responded.
"You're sure? Because apparently the last four months weren't," Elsa chided. She rubbed her left temple with two fingers and closed her eyes again.
"Yeah, I'm sure… Are you okay?" Anna said, concerned.
"I'm fine."
"You don't seem fine. You seem tired."
"Maybe because you're exhausting," Elsa snapped. She had very little patience as a headache was growing behind her eyes. She was always fatigued on therapy day and her appointment was this afternoon. When she looked back to Anna, she caught the hurt expression and immediately felt guilty. "Just… finish the book, please? This is a large portion of the final grade."
"I know that," Anna said, attempting to dampen the hurt and anger over Elsa's barbed comments. These were Elsa's first words to her in weeks, at least outside of Anna begging for math help. She tried to keep her voice light; to keep things amiable between the two of them. "How about this? I promise to have it finished before your birthday. That gives me four and a half weeks."
"Fine," Elsa said and ran her hand through her bangs in frustration. "I should have finished reading it again by then."
"Again?!"
"Some of us take our grades seriously, Anna."
"I take my grades plenty serious," Anna rolled her eyes dramatically, finally losing her battle against being aggressively defensive. "You are so patronizing!"
"And you are such a Marianne," Elsa shot back.
"I don't know what that even means!"
"Clearly! As you've yet to even crack open the book."
"Girls," a stern voice interrupted.
The blonde and ginger turned to look at their teacher sitting at her desk at the front of the room. Ms. Beaufort wore a tired look and communicated her disappointment with only a raise of her eyebrows. Before she said anything further, the bell rang, dismissing the freshman for the day. Elsa and Anna grabbed their things, but were stopped.
"Miss Arendelle and Miss Noruldra, please remain behind for a few minutes."
The rest of the class filed out, and Ariel shot Anna a sympathetic look as she left. The two girls remained seated, not daring to look up or at each other as they waited for their usually collected teacher to reprimand them for shouting in class. They sat quietly as the Literary instructor finished working quietly on something at her desk. After what felt like ages, Ms. Beaufort stood before them and finally spoke.
"Is this going to be a problem, ladies?"
Both girls shared a look, silent arguing communicated in fervent glances. Ms. Beaufort watched in amusement, determining on her own that this likely won't be an issue, but allowed the two teens to be their own judge of the situation. Eventually, Elsa sighed, relenting, and turned back to their teacher while Anna smirked. Despite being fairly confrontational with her peers (particularly when the need to defend those she cares for arises), Anna was never one for confrontation with authority figures.
You're the older one, she used to say in excuse. Elsa would roll her eyes and claim that six-months wasn't really much, but Anna would remain adamant that Elsa should take the lead. Elsa had a habit of giving in every time.
"No, ma'am," Elsa said, sincerely. "We can work it out."
"Okay, very well," Ms. Beaufort said. Both girls got up and made to leave when their teacher stopped them once more. "Just remember, girls - healthy conflict is imperative to any relationship, even one amongst sisters, but it's always important to have an equal balance between the head and the heart."
Anna wasn't exactly sure what Ms. Beaufort was getting at, but one glance at Elsa told her that the message came across clearly to at least one of them.
"What was that about?" Anna asked as they left the classroom. Elsa sighed heavily and shook her head. Anna watched as Elsa rubbed her temples again, her shoulders slumping slightly.
"Just read the book, Anna."
"Okay, okay. I said I would," Anna moaned and rolled her eyes again. She glanced over at Elsa when she heard a frantic beeping coming from the girl's watch again. Elsa clicked a button in frustration and Anna couldn't help the feeling of deja vu that overcame her, but she couldn't place what the familiarity was. "Is everything okay, Elsa?"
Elsa didn't say anything. She just kept her eyes on the ground in front of her as she rolled her neck. Anna noticed that Elsa was gripping the strap of her shoulder bag so tightly that her knuckles were white enough to stand out against her pale skin.
"Hey," Anna said gently. Stepping in front of the other girl, she took Elsa by the shoulders and made her stop to look at her. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have shouted and I should have at least started the book. That's my bad. I promise, I'll read it."
"Thank you," Elsa said after she held her gaze and saw the sincerity behind Anna's words. "And everything is fine. You were right earlier. I am a bit tired."
When Anna and Elsa finally exited through the main entrance of the school, they found Iduna waiting outside. Elsa glanced around for her father's car, but didn't see it anywhere. Iduna pulled herself up from leaning against the side of her silver Lexus.
"Elsa, dear," Iduna said gently, approaching both teens. "Your father is very sorry, but he's stuck at the office. So I'll be taking you to your appointment."
Elsa looked at her watch even though she already knew there wasn't enough time to drop Anna off at the Manor and still make it to her appointment on time. Perhaps if they weren't held behind by their English Lit teacher, but not now. The watch beeped yet again, and she glanced up worriedly at her godmother whose spine had straightened at the sound. Running a tired hand through her bangs, Elsa stole a panicked glance at Anna before conceding.
"Okay. Thank you, Mama Ida," Elsa whispered.
She's anxious about something, Anna thought to herself as she watched the interaction unfold. She studied the weariness that Elsa held in her posture, the furrow in her brow, the thin line of her mouth. Again, that sense of deja vu overcame Anna.
"Do you have homework you can work on with you, Anna? It might take a while," Iduna said, causing Anna to tear her gaze away from Elsa.
"Yeah. I've got a book to start reading," Anna said as she got into the car.
"Proud Family Therapy? What kind of practice is this?" Anna read as they parked outside of a small, one story building in the center of a business park complex. Does Elsa see a shrink?
"Just a small family practice," Iduna said as she caught Elsa's uneasy look. She gave the young blonde girl a reassuring smile, and they followed Elsa through the front doors.
Anna noticed that the tips of Elsa's ears were red and her shoulders were hunched. Yeah, she's definitely anxious about something. Maybe that's why she sees a therapist.
"Would you like us to come with you, Elsa?" Iduna asked. Anna looked at her mother incredulously. She couldn't fathom what would possess her mother to ask Elsa if she wanted them in her therapy session. Elsa spun around, eyes wide. Her gaze flickered to Anna, meeting her eyes for a brief moment.
"No, no. I'm okay, Mama Ida. I'll meet you here when I'm done," Elsa said quickly. She turned around and continued through the double doors on the other side of the room. Anna settled herself into a waiting room chair and pulled out her book.
"Sense and Sensibility? I think I saw Elsa reading that a while ago," Iduna said as she took the seat next to her.
"Ugh, don't make me feel more guilty," Anna groaned. When her mother raised an eyebrow at her, Anna deflated. "This is the book Elsa and I are doing for our creative project together. I haven't even started it yet, and she's almost through it a second time."
"I see. Did you two choose this book together?"
"No. Ms. Beaufort suggested it to us."
"Hm," Iduna hummed thoughtfully. She smiled after a moment. "I always did like Belle when we were girls. She was always so intuitive."
Her mother pulled her e-reader from her purse and the two Noruldra women fell into silence as they both dove into their stories.
About an hour later, Elsa came back through the double doors. Anna looked up to see that she was looking at her feet as she walked slowly, almost gingerly. She looked so tired and even paler than usual, if that was even possible. Her mother must have also noticed because she quickly walked over to Elsa and took her book bag from her before handing her a bar of chocolate and whispering something in her ear.
"Can I have some chocolate too, mom?" She asked when the two made it back over to her.
"I'm sorry, little duck. I only have the one."
Anna held in a sigh and she stuck a folded piece of paper into her novel as a makeshift bookmark. She could hear the crinkling of cellophane as Elsa opened up her candy bar. Anna zipped up her bag and flung it over one shoulder as she straightened up. She froze when she realized that Elsa had broken the chocolate bar in half and was handing her the part still remaining in the wrapper.
"Oh… No, Elsa, it's okay. I didn't mean…" Anna paused as Elsa held out the chocolate more insistently. "Are you sure?"
"I won't be able to finish it," Elsa said with a shrug. "Besides, I made a promise a long time ago."
So much that I promise to share half my chocolate with you whenever we're together for the rest of my life.
A tightness and warmth that she couldn't attribute to any defining emotion spread in her chest as words from the past flitted through Anna's mind. She could feel the familiar pricking around her eyes as tears threatened to form and she took the candy bar from Elsa, brushing her hand accidentally as she did so. Her hands are so cold, she thought, like ice.
"Thank you."
Elsa gave her a single nod and a smile so small that Anna almost missed it. When was the last time I saw her really smile? She thought. Aside from that singular night sharing a moment in a darkened kitchen over a shared pint of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Therapy. Recalling back, she was sure she hadn't seen Elsa smiling at school since they had their falling out years ago. Now that she thought about it, she didn't think she had seen Elsa smile since before…
"Are you coming, sweetheart?"
Anna gave a start as her train of thought was broken. Her mother was standing in the doorway, Elsa apparently had already made it outside. Anna dashed to catch up, pausing to hold open the door as another kid as pale as Elsa entered with his mother.
"Are you okay there, Elsa?" Iduna said, turning her head to look into the back seat once they were all seated in the car.
"Mmhm."
Anna scrunched her brows together in thought; it was unlike Elsa to not speak properly. She turned around and saw that the blonde girl had her eyes closed, head leaning on the window and chocolate only partly eaten. Anna frowned as that sense of deja vu rose up for a third time that afternoon. She couldn't place where it was coming from. It was as if someone had muddled with her memories somehow, making the source of this feeling unreachable. Mostly though, she wondered about the sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.
A/N: I want to apologize for defaulting to my biweekly promise when I usually am able to update within a week. I got engrossed in laying out an idea for another story that I'll probably start posting when this one finally starts coming to an end. I've been bitten by the writing bug in a way I never have before. My chapters do seem to keep getting longer each time. That being said - I've managed to actually get started on chapters 10 - 12. So hopefully, if I can keep ahead, it shouldn't be too terrible a wait between the next many chapters.
As always - thank you for reading and stay safe, Frozen fam!