awkwardandfeisty
She blinked once. And she blinked once again. Maybe she was seeing things so she pinched herself. Well, apparently it wasn't a dream.
❝Anna... What is that on your head?❞

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awkwardandfeisty
She blinked once. And she blinked once again. Maybe she was seeing things so she pinched herself. Well, apparently it wasn't a dream.
❝Anna... What is that on your head?❞
Is this what freedom felt like? Being able to -- to be who she was, without fear of repercussions? Without endangering other people, just as much as she endangered herself? Ice could melt, it didn't last forever.
Elsa stood on the balcony, leaning against the railings of her home, head tilted and wind cooling the gentle blush that had heated her cheeks, and she watched. Snow meeting grass, summer taking a step forward as winter took one back, and she smiled.
Turning, one hand slipping from the rail, she raised her eyebrow with a smile as her sister bounded in to the room. "It's nearly Summer..." She drawled with a small smile.
With a grin, Elsa stepped forward. "Snow fight? First one outside get's the first throw?"
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