Elsa giggled, trying not to stumble over her own feet along the way.
“How does it work?” She asked, once she had the chance to, looking at her sister in a puzzled yet eager manner. The name of the game implied no shoes, she had already slide those off and placed them to the side. “I really shouldn’t be but…I’m a little nervous.” She admitted quietly, the last time she played with her sister wasn’t a time she wanted to bring back up and she had hardly ever played since then.
“Don’t be nervous, Elsa– it’s simple, really! All you gotta do is slide and keep your balance!” Anna bent down to quickly slip off and kick away her own shoes. This scene was familiar, but that was many years ago, back when–
No, the past is in the past, and everything is fine now. Anna shook her head to rid those thoughts and took Elsa’s hand. “C'mon– on three, we run a few steps and slide!”
Elsa returned the hug, still trembling like a small girl. Which was almost comical with her elegant riding attire. After a bit, she pulled back, patting at her clothing and hair and fixing herself up. Soon her hair was back to its perfect bun and her clothes smoothed down. She took a deep breath, her good posture returning. “Well, I suppose I have no choice but to learn… but how?”
“I’ll keep on trying to teach you! All you need to do is learn a bit slowly, and I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it in a jiffy!” There goes Anna with her optimistic views once again. She was sure her sister could do it if she learned carefully enough– she was Elsa after all. She could do many things perfectly!
Kristoff had never seen so many people in the same room before, it was both breathtaking and terrifying he just wanted to ru-they had an ice sculpture?! Looking over at Anna for a few seconds before tugging her towards the perfectly carved ice sculpture.
“Wow” he mumbled. There was so much detail, no doubt Elsa probably made it.
Anna let out a small squeak at suddenly being dragged towards– an ice sculpture? She snorted. Of course that’s where he’d go.
“Like it? Elsa made it this morning for the party.”
Elsa stood behind her sister as she admired her handwork, the rough lines of thread that held the dress together was defiantly a sight, ‘getting better’ was an understatement. Anna looked absolutely ridiculous in this so called dress and she couldn’t possibly wear something as atrocious as this.
“No it’s not, there’s still thread peaking out. I can’t let you wear this, you look awful. - No offense..”
“Geeze…none taken…”
Anna rose a hand to stretch the collar of the dress uncomfortably. “This thing is itchy…” She ruffled her skirts and turned towards Elsa. “You did this one better than the last one, at least…”
After a pause, hesitating still, Elsa shakily took Anna’s hand.
“But I have to learn, Anna, before the festival. I’m expected, as Queen, to lead the procession with this horse—” And she looked nervously at the creature while addressing it, “—and a sidesaddle. A sidesaddle, Anna! I can’t even manage a normal English saddle!”
”Oh man…that is a problem…“
Anna slowly helped Elsa off the horse, and when she was off, she wrapped her arms around the other in a comforting embrace. ”Don’t worry Elsa, the festival is only in five days! I’m sure we can teach you how before it!“ The strawberry-blonde put on a small smile.
“Really? You think?” retorted the Queen. With a trembling foot, she attempted at inching herself off the horse, though she was doing it at such a terribly slow pace, that the horse started stomping its foot in annoyance. Which made Elsa jump and end up in the same position she was earlier; still clutching the horse like her life depended on it.
“Oh, what a disgrace I must be,” she said, with a face of utter misery, “A Queen that can’t even ride a horse."
Anna shushed the horse and kept petting it’s snout in order to calm it a bit. She then looked over at Elsa, who was no doubt frightened of the creature.
”Oh c'mon– horse-riding isn’t for everyone, you know. Here, lemme help.“ She walked over and held out a hand to her sister, a smile of reassurance on her face.
Even as the pony finally slowed down and stopped, puffing and huffing as a horse does, Elsa still had a death grip on the thing’s neck, shaking like crazy. Her hair was definitely not as prim and proper as it was a few minutes ago.
“Just get on the horse, she said,” she mumbled under her breath, “It’s like riding a bicycle, she said."
Finally, the horse stepped to a stop, breathing heavily. Anna stopped beside it and stepped off her horse, carefully walking up to pet it’s snout. ”There there…“
Her eyes wandered to her sister’s shaking form and she couldn’t help but crack a nervous smile. ”Uh…now that I think about it, maybe horseback-riding isn’t your thing…“
“Huh?” He mumbled, getting lost in his own thoughts. “P-party?” Shaking himself back to reality, blushing slightly at how stupid he probably sounded.
As soon as the door opened a whirlwind of nervous butterflies fluttered around his stomach uncomfortably. “Do we have to?”
“Well duh– besides, this’ll be fun!”
When they made it into the ballroom, where the party was being held, Anna grinned and stopped in her tracks, eyes taking in the people and surroundings of the place.
