“That’s perfect!” Olaf cheered happily, walking dutifully about with his chest thrown out and head held high. MIrroring a show dog more than a king.
The snowman paused in step with his silly stance still in place, waving his hand when she bowed before her. “Thank you, my lady!” He said then returned the bow as gracefully as he could. “Ooh does this mean I could be Elsa’s king now? So all the old people don’t have to bug her anymore about getting married.”
Anna pressed a hand to her mouth to quiet her laughing. Typical, silly Olaf.
“I’m sure Elsa would love to have you as a king. Anything to get the ‘old people’ off her back.” She watched as he continued to prance about, an innocent question coming to mind.
“So, King Olaf, if you were ruler of Arendelle, what would your first act as ruler be, hm?”
Olaf watched with interest as the princess’ fingers engaged in a flurry of movement, deftly intertwining stems of flowers together. His eyes widening with astonishment when they began to form a new shape— a crown of all things! It was pretty and must have taken sometime to learn thus greatly impressing the snowman.
“Wow, Anna!”
He bent forward to allow the crown to be bestowed upon him, reaching up to adjust it and grinning ecstatically.At her remark he tried to look dignified, puffing his chest out and lowering his eyebrows. What a ham he was.
“Do I really? Does this make me king of the flowers today?”
“Actually– I think it does!” Anna laughed, gaze set upon the wonderful scene upon her. “Olaf, King of the Flowers. Has a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself.”
Anna coughed and cleared her throat, slipping into a small act of looking regal and dignified herself. “Your Majesty,” she said in her most “sophisticated” tone, head lowering to perform a small bow.
The snowman was enchanted by almost everything he laid his eyes on. A never ending wonder residing within him. Yet he found the little things the best things ever.
”Besides you?” He giggled softly, cocking his head at the princess and waddling over to her side. Idly he picked some daisies on his way over. “What is it?”
“It’s something I know you’ll like. It’s…”
Anna grinned and quickly wove the flowers together by their stems with her dainty, nimble fingers, shaping it into the shape of a small crown. She used to make them a lot as a child to take up the seemingly-endless time she spent in the gardens alone. Though it was long ago, the princess could still make one pretty well. Before long, she was done.
“–this.”
She held up the colorful flower crown in her palms, and after giving him a good look, she placed it upon his head. Luckily, it fit just fine.
“There! It isn’t much, but you look wonderful nonetheless!”
“Yes, it is, Olaf!” Anna laughed, Olaf’s admiration for the summer and the beauty it contained making her smile. As a matter of fact, it gave her an idea.
“Hey? You know what’d be prettier? Come here…” She motioned him to come forward whilst picking some of the bright flowers that surrounded them.
