Crossover with Brave.
Raise, set, draw; breathe, and the air settles deep inside her diaphragm, pulls her in.
"So you can do it?"
A curious face appears in her periphery, haloed by the setting sun, and it takes Merida an incredible amount of effort not to hurl her bow at Anna. "Yes," she says instead, for the third time. "Yes, if you'd let me concentrate."
"Okay! Sorry."
She sighs, refocuses. The breeze is picking up, she's going to need to hurry. Raise, set, draw—
Archery comes from the breath; it's the first thing she ever learned, and it's the first thing that people tend to forget. Anchor, hold; there is no beginning. The world closes and opens, and—
She stops, and then stops again.
And then, because she can: "Och, stop breathing."
An indignant squawk from somewhere behind her. "What?"
"Do it more quietly, then."
Mutinous silence. Merida smiles; she'd be lying if she said that she wasn't doing this a tiny bit on purpose. Another breath. The world closes, opens, and—
Release. "There," she says, feeling almost detached now as she watches her projectile hit home.
She imagines that there'd probably be a sound—a splat, maybe—but their scaffold is too far from the courtyard, and any sound is drowned out by the—
"MERIDA!"
"You were right," Merida says, placid. "Tomato is a good look on your sister."
Anna beams at her, previous anger forgotten. "Isn't it, though?"