Elsa gave her sister a look. “So… I’m supposed to believe you that the fact you scream whenever I do this—” and she gingerly touched the redhead’s forearm, “—is not because it’s broken, oh no, but because you’re ticklish?”
Anna jerked and bit her lip to muffle a painful howl when Elsa made contact with her arm.
“Y-yeah! I-I swear, it only sounds like I’m screaming–! I laugh like that all the time!”
“She missed your cute freckles” which surprised him more then he was letting on, seeing as her freckles were one of her most beautiful feature- in his opinion anyway.
“Wait, really?”
Anna leaned over to get a better look at the ice sculpture, squinting her eyes. Surprisingly, he was right. She wouldn’t have been to tell the difference herself, though.
“Huh. She did. Ah well, you think she would’ve remembered, but that’s alright!
One little mistake doesn’t take away the beauty of it.”
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!”
