"Sixty seconds make a minute, sixty minutes make an hour…" Iduna mumbled under her breath as she walked toward the castle. She had checked the town clocktower for the time, and she wasn't late for having tea with the young king.
"Seven days in a week…" she continued under her breath. She had learned all of this when she first had arrived in Arendelle, but it wasn't second nature to her like it seemed to be for those who grew up here. Twenty-eight days from one moon to the next and the change of the seasons with the changing constellations was all most people had ever discussed in the way of time when she was younger.
"Iduna?"
The question startled her out of her reverie.
"Agnarr, hello!" she replied. "I'm on time, I hope?"
"Yes, of course," he said. "You walked right past me, though."
"I was thinking about something," she said.
"What?"
"Nothing in particular," she replied.
"Well, it's a nice day, would you like to have tea in the garden?" he asked.
"Of course."
They walked along. It was May, but the flowers that were blooming usually didn't bloom until June further north.
Some of the servants had set up a small table, complete with tablecloth and china.
"What's all this?" she asked.
"Tea?" he replied.
"I know that, but I was expecting, I don't know, something simpler?"
"Is it a problem?"
"No, of course not."
"Good, they're going to bring out some cakes, too. I think you'll like them."