—- “You’re not funny, Anna.” Elsa giggled as an idea popper into her head. “If I am a stranger, I guess that means you don’t want my chocolate.”
"Chocolate?“
The word fell from the child’s lips with a small gasp.
"I do want some! I do! I mean, I’ve seen ya around here before, so that doesn’t count as being a stranger! Where’s the chocolate?” Wide-eyed, Anna hopped up and down in circles around her sister, eyes searching for the mentioned sweets.