—- “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.
The little girl peered over her sister’s bed. No, she totally didn’t sneak into Elsa’s room even though her parents told her never to for clearly unknown reasons.