Elsa sat at her desk, head resting in her hands. She hated that she was even considering the proposal. Dominick seemed nice enough, but the almost predatory way Nikolai had looked at her made her feel very uncomfortable. Besides that, she didn't want anything to do with the Southern Isles, and she didn't want to know how Anna would react.
A quick knock-knock-kno-knock-knock on the door, and then Anna bounded into the room with a large bowl.
"Hey, so I was just in the kitchen moping and eating chocolate because that's what I do when I mope and then I realized I was getting chocolate on my elbow, see," she pointed at a spot on her sleeve, "and I thought, hey, that's not very princess-ey, and then I realized moping isn't very princess-ey either, so I decided to bring the party up to you. Chocolate?" Anna grinned and leaned over Elsa's desk, shoving the bowl toward the blonde.
Elsa lifted an eyebrow disapprovingly, but took a chocolate. "Why were you moping?"
The redhead stuck her tongue out. "That's the only thing you took away from that? Really?" She sighed, flopping down onto a little couch near Elsa's desk, cradling the bowl of chocolate on her stomach. She looked back at her sister, hoping she'd gone back to her paperwork, but no, those huge blue eyes were one hundred percent focused on her. "Okay, fine, I was moping because I'm bored." Anna sat up, crossing her legs beneath her. "Hey, on a completely unrelated note, have you seen Rapunzel today?"
"You bored? That's something I never thought I'd see." Elsa smiled. "I did see her this morning, she and her husband took a few of the horses out. They should be returning before dinner. So until then, you're stuck with me."
Anna rolled her eyes. "I'm not stuck with you. I happen to enjoy being with you, even if you are a big dork."
"That's Queen Dork to you, smartypants." Elsa's smile began to fade as her thoughts drifted back to her work. There was the issue with the Southern Isles to agonize over, and there were the meetings with other nations to prepare for. "Anna, I really have a lot of work to do."
"Oh." Anna tried to hide her disappointment, but failed miserably. "Is there...anything I can do? To help, I mean."
Would it be too irresponsible to sic Anna onto the princes? ...yes. Was it worse that she had considered it? "I appreciate that, Anna, but no. Unless you would like to handle this week's meetings, of course."
The redhead immediately stood up, her face scrunching. "Nope. No thank you. I'll just, uh...go? then? Yeah. Maybe I'll go find Kristoff. If he's here. I wonder if he's here?"
"Oh! Anna, wait. There's something we need to discuss." It was horrible timing, but she needed to get the idea of marriage in her sister's mind before broaching the subject of suitors who were not Kristoff.
Anna looked a little suspicious, but she sat back down. "I'm listening."
Deep breath. "Well, you see, there are certain...duties...that come with being born into royalty. You've been doing very well, however there is one thing." She could feel her face burning, and she seemed to be physically unable to look at her sister. "It is important to- have you considered- marriage?" Glancing at Anna was the hardest thing she'd ever done.
The redhead was staring openmouthed at Elsa. She shook her head, blinking. "Uhhh, I mean there was the thing with- well, you know. And the trolls! The trolls tried to marry me to Kristoff! Did I tell you about that? That was awkward. Um. But, uh, no? I guess I've been thinking about other stuff. Like the ball and chocolate and our cousin and...stuff. Um...are you considering marriage?"
"No. Yes. Sort of." Elsa shook her head. "Wait, no, that's not-" She took a deep breath, her fourth in about as many minutes. "My advisors are growing impatient with us. With me. We are both of marriageable age, and yet we are both unmarried. It is becoming more of an urgent issue, especially as we have yet to...well, produce heirs."
This was worse than the whole ice magic thing. Anna was pretty sure she was about to die. Again. Her face was almost more red than Elsa's, which was really saying something. She cleared her throat loudly. "Okay. Um. Wow. Well, I, uh...I'll keep that in mind. Now I really gotta go bye!"
And with that, she ran out of the room before Elsa could say another word. Thor's sweet biceps. That was officially the weirdest conversation she'd had with her sister. Marriage? Babies? She was only eighteen, for Freya's sake. And Kristoff-
She stopped in her tracks, eyes widening. Kristoff was the closest thing she had to a suitor. He'd practically saved her life! No, wait, he had saved her life. More than once, even. And he had those warm brown eyes that you could get lost in, and he was very tall, and he had kissed her that one time, and he was her best friend, and Olaf swore up and down that he loved her.
But babies. How many babies did she need to have? One? Two, just in case something happened to the first one. Three? What if she had twins? Which one would be the firstborn? Wait, no, twins aren't born at exactly the same time, that would be crazy. And really painful. Wait, what about Elsa's babies? Who was she going to have babies with? Elsa didn't have a Kristoff...unless she did and was just being very sneaky about it.
Well, from now on, no more secret boyfriend for Elsa! She was going to watch her big sister so closely that she would know all of her secrets! It was going to be amazing. And secret. Obviously Elsa couldn't know that Anna was spying on her. That would defeat the purpose of the whole mission! Maybe Kristoff would help. Anna nodded to herself, pleased. Kristoff would definitely help.
But first, more chocolate.
