"What are those?" Lars asked Elizabeth, looking at the outfits hanging in their bedroom.
"We've been invited to a fancy dress ball hosted by Mr. Curtis."
"The ship builder?" Lars asked. "When is it?"
"Not until tomorrow evening, don't worry," Elizabeth replied.
Lars sighed. "That much is good. It was a particularly grueling train ride today."
"Oh, dear," Elizabeth sighed. "You can rest tonight, but Mr. Curtis was quite hopeful that we would both attend, since the contract with Arendelle is something of a bragging point for him with his colleagues. Your mother will watch the baby, of course."
Lars nodded, looking closely at the costumes. "Where did you get those outfits, anyway?"
Elizabeth smiled.
"While you were out of town last month, your mother helped me make them," she explained. "She said they're typical Arendellian wedding outfits."
Lars looked at them, smiling. "Yes, yes, I remember seeing some like that now."
"Once you've rested a bit, you should try yours on. I'm sure it's the right size, but honestly I really want to see what it looks like."
Lars couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Yes, of course. And what about you? May I see it? Or would that be bad luck?"
"I think it's only bad luck if you're not married yet," she smiled.