Of course! I’m sorry to hear you had a bad day, though. I hope this helps cheer you up and that you feel better soon! <3
(I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted, so this ended up being a period piece, as opposed to a modern day one, I hope that’s alright with you.)
"Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Dr. Westergard," Elsa sighed with relief as Hans was shown in by a servant. She stood up and held out her hand towards the young man.
"You know I’m not in the habit of making house calls this late, your majesty." Hans replied sternly; politely taking Elsa’s hand and placing a chaste kiss upon it.
"I understand, doctor. But Anna refuses to see anyone else." Elsa replied as she led Hans out of the parlor and down the hall, toward her sister’s bedroom.
"What’s the matter?" Hans asked.
"I don’t know, she won’t say. She doesn’t appear to look ill, but she barely eats, and never stirs from her bed. This has been happening on and off for several weeks, and I’m getting really worried about her." Elsa explained.
Hans felt his heart beat faster with concern, but he keep his demeanor calm.
"I’m sure it’s nothing serious, your majesty." He tried to reassure Elsa as the two of them reached the door to Anna’s bedchamber.
Elsa sighed. “I hope you’re right.”
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