There was always a strange calm after a heavy snow. Anna went out with the children to play in the fresh snow, a rare luxury in recent years, since Hans insisted it was unbecoming for a Queen. But he wasn't here, traveling again, so she did what she wanted.
The youngest toddled through the snow, having just turned a year old. Anna found the mess of blond hair both adorable and terrifying.
Eventually, the cold, wet snow was too much, and the nanny helped them inside for warm baths and bedtime.
Anna stepped into a spare room.
"Kristoff," she whispered.