(Oh, so I was gonna write more ghost, but then this came and…what was I doing again?)
So, Coronation Day. Yippee. Okay, Anna could admit that perhaps she should be a little more excited about this. After all, it’s not every day you get crowned Queen. And officially put in charge of everything.
Oh god, they’re crowning her Queen. Arendelle is doomed.
Part of her curses the twist of fate that made her the older daughter. Sometimes, she wondered if Elsa would do a better job, even if she was eight years old.
A sharp yelp, a slight chill in the hallways, and a platinum blonde missile that skids to a stop, on actual ice, right in front of her. Okay, maybe not such a good idea.
She glances behind her and sees an impish grin on her sister’s tiny face before Elsa attempts to hide it. “Do I want to know?”
Elsa shrugs. “Southern Isles sent a prince.”
“Is it the one who they keep bugging me about?” The Southern Isles had been annoyingly persistent in sending marriage offers. Like eleven of them. Some of them to men already married, older than her father, or both.
Elsa wrinkles her nose. “He has stupid sideburns.”
Anna groans as she turns around to face her. “Great. Dare I ask what you did?”
“Nothing!” Her little sister’s face is the picture of innocence. Anna doesn’t buy it for a second.
“Am I going to have to try to avoid an international incident?”
Elsa shrugs. “Probably not? I mean, most people would probably think snow in summer is a sign he’s crazy.”
“Tell me you didn’t…”
Her mouth sets in a mulish line. “He deserved it.”
Despite being all of eight, Elsa seems to be one of those people who can get a read on a person pretty quickly. So, if she says the prince deserved it, he probably did. Even after three years, Elsa is still a little wary of using her magic.
Anna tries not to frown at the memory. For some reason, Papa and Mama had separated the two of them, and Elsa had pretty much been locked in her room. No amount of begging or yelling on Anna’s part got anywhere. And then their parents went on a trip. And never came back.
Elsa hadn’t gone to the funeral. But Anna had heard the little sobs afterwards and demanded the keys to her sister’s room before she took a goddamn axe to the door because there was no way Anna was leaving her five-year-old sister alone.
The ice was a surprise.
So they dealt. Things were a little weird, a little rocky, but it was just the two of them and Anna was determined to figure it out.
And here they were. Her about to become Queen and her imp of a sister apparently running interference on annoying nobles.
Anna could work with that.
“So, I was thinking…” she says as she starts walking, her sister scampering behind her.
She swears she can literally see Elsa’s ears perk up. “Yeah?”
“So, normally, munchkins like you aren’t really supposed to go to Coronation parties. Probably a bunch of old people doing dull stuff.” Anna tries to keep a straight face at Elsa’s snort. “Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it either. So! I was thinking. I’m gonna be Queen, right? I can do what I want? How would you like it if I snuck you in?”
Her sister narrows her eyes. “And?”
“Well, it’d be boring normally, right? But I might need you to help me keep a certain person from the Southern Isles…a little busy.”
There’s a speculative gleam in Elsa’s eyes, promising mischief. “How busy?”
Anna grins. “Busy enough. Don’t want him getting any ideas into his head. After all…”
Elsa grins as she joins in “…we know better!”