Elsa sat calmly at her desk, her long hair falling over one shoulder as she scribbled her signature onto a document.
And...done!
The queen let out a relieved sigh, leaning back in her chair. She'd spent the entire day signing and reading documents and complaints, which was typical nowadays. Although she loved to take care of her kingdom, it did get a bit tedious to sit around all day, simply putting your name on things.
She gazed out one of the large arched windows, her eyes filling with longing. It had been a while since she'd gone out; perhaps a visit to the town was in order. Yes, some fresh air would do nicely.
She stood, stretching her arms above her head before straightening her long blue dress. It was quite a pretty garment, with a strapless top and golden seams. 'I'll have to pay the seamstress a visit while I'm out.' The young woman's gaze flicked once again to the world outside, where the sun was just beginning its descent. She'd have plenty of time.
Elsa smoothed down her braid, then walked over to the door. Her light blue heels clicked with each step as she exited her office and headed to the end of the hallway, down a spiraling staircase, out of the main entrance, and through the gates.
Outside, birds chirped as they soared overhead. Green surrounded the castle, evidence of the fact that spring was here to stay, at least for a while.
A certain familiar blond stepped out from behind a tree, grinning mischievously. "Queen Elsa," he greeted, bowing at the waist. Elsa curtsied to him. "What are you up to now, Christof?" He scratched the back of his neck. "Nothing. Hey, have you seen Anna?" Clearly he was up to something, but Elsa decided to just let it go. "No. But take it easy on her. She's pregnant, remember?" The prince of Arendelle nodded vigorously, and Elsa continued on her way.
Anna was indeed five months pregnant. No one had been that surprised, considering the fact that Christof and Anna were madly in love with each other. Elsa found herself okay with this only because they'd waited a year to marry each other rather than a day.
The queen froze in her tracks. Quite literally, since the path beneath her feet became a bit icy. She hadn't thought about Prince Hans for a while, so the sudden memory of him startled her. She'd sensed that something was off about him the day he'd showed up in Arendelle, but she'd played it off as paranoia. After all, it had been several years since she'd even spoken to anyone but the maids.
Shaking off an odd sense of...something, she continued on her way. Several young girls had paused to stare at her, although they quickly turned away and went back to their game. Elsa was rather glad that their attention had been directed elsewhere, as a light pink blush had spread across her cheeks. She'd told herself that she wouldn't lose control anymore. At least it had only been minor.
This time.
