Elsa was waiting and smiled wide when she saw her cleaned up sister. She held a hand out for her to take.
“You look nice.”
Anna quickly finished braiding her hair and held her arm out to take ahold of Elsa’s outstretched hand. She smiled warmly in her direction, squeezing her hand gently.
“That you should. Go wash up, I’ll have the servants clean this mess up.”
“Okay! I’ll, ah, do that.” Anna quickly stood up and scurried out of the room, leaving a trail of paint in her wake.
After awhile, she was back, clean and dressed in new attire. As she walked the halls to search for her sister, she was braiding her damp her into two pigtails, per the norm.