{❆} —— “That’s not an excuse! You have plenty of shoes that you haven’t worn. I know that for a fact.”
Elsa noted her sister’s eagerness to wear them and she did have a point, the shoes fit well with the dress she wore. Sighing with reluctance, the young queen bowed her head in defeat before nodding. “Fine, you can wear them. But if I see one single scuff mark on them you’re in big trouble, got it?” A playful threat of course. “I’ll rue the day you discovered we have the same size of feet.”
“Yes! Thank you, Elsa!”
Anna smiled and stood up proudly once she got both shoes on, for once feeling very regal in her long, elegant dress and matching heels– that was until she tripped over her own two feet striding over to her sister for a hug. She fell in her arms and let out a surprised squeak, dress tangled at her feet. Her flushed slightly in embarrassment once she looked up at Elsa, bursting into a fit of giggles.
“Anna,” Hans said, stiffly, “What a surprise. What brings you here?”
It took her a minute to respond– she just couldn’t believe she bumped into him within twenty minutes of being in the Southern Isles. It was certainly a surprise alright, but not a very…pleasant one.
“Hans,” she begins, “yeah. Uh, Well, if you must know, I was sent here in an attempt to make peace between our kingdoms, seeing as though we need your partnership. At least that’s what Elsa told me.” Her voice was equally stiff, face solemn in an attempt not to scowl.
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.
And in case you were wondering, yes, he just got punched by a girl.
And yes, he totally let her.
Though it wasn’t a hard enough swing to knock him off his feet, the thief would be feeling the full effect of that punch in the morning— or possibly even in an hour. His hand was immediately gripping his jaw, a bit of blood was visible from the hit. Who knew a chick could whack so hard—
but right, keep the composure, it totally didn’t hurt that bad, blood? no, it was definitely tomato juice and that cracking sound was totally normal—
“—I think you broke my jaw—”
Okay, scratch the whole trying to appear manly and frightening in front of the girl to get his way. The pain was completely horrendous and if he wasn’t so taken back by the whole punching him square in the jaw thing, a quick exit would’ve been great right then. But instead, he rested his back against one of the pillars, trying to regain feeling in that part of his face.
“–!!”
Anna opened her eyes and gasped at the sight she was seeing. Oh god, was he bleeding, jaw possibly broken? And she could’ve sworn she heard a loud crack. Uh oh. She didn’t mean to hit him that hard! The girl just wanted to hit him hard enough to where he could’ve gotten spooked and gotten a bruise or two, taking that as a clear warning not to stay in this castle. She must’ve underestimated her strength once again, causing more damage than she originally wanted to.
“Ahh! Oh no, I-I’m sorry! I- I–”
Anna bit her lip and hesitantly held her arms out towards him, forcing down the instinct to utter anymore apologies. No, she wasn’t sorry. He broke into the castle, threatened her! Even though she didn’t mean to strike him so hard, that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve the hit either, she reasoned with herself. With that in mind, she lowered her arms and took a few quick steps away, at a comfortable distance, from the thief.
“U-um, y-yeah! That’ll teach you! But– um…oh, uh, do you need a doctor?”
“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.
{ ♚ }; “Taking pity on the poor traveler?” He was already inching closer to her, leading Sitron with him. “You don’t have to worry, I will think of something— of course, I have to stay out of the city because of the guards, but maybe I will find something in the woods… Assuming the wolves won’t eat me alive…” He sighed dramatically. “Or you can just invite me to the palace.”
“Psh– in your dreams. Like I’d ever let you stay at the castle…”
Anna stood her ground as he neared, eyes following him as he did. Normally, she’d probably find the kindness in her heart to help a person find a place to stay if they asked kindly enough of her, but this wasn’t a person– this was Hans. But surely he was exaggerating about finding a place in the woods, right? The woods were dangerous, and she witnessed that first-hand. Anna furrowed her brows.
His sharp eyes scanned the rest of the sculpture for any other things Elsa may have missed, only to find that rest of her was done perfectly. “Would you like to dance with me?” He asked, offering his hand out to her as nerves began to pile up in his stomach, though he didn’t go through the painfully embarrassing dance lessons from the trolls for nothing.
“Hm– why I’d love to.”
Anna smiled warmly towards the mountain man and took her small, frail hand into his larger ones. She found it pleasantly surprising when he was able to guide and dance her gracefully thorough the dance floor.
