The Perfect Girl is Gone

Send me an "Excuse Me" and I'll tell you my muse's reaction to being Interrupted while...

  “Elsa…?”

"Is something wrong, Anna?"

“I’m awesome.. and you hesitated..”  He said shocked and looked down at his body “Do I look bad?” He asked with a frown.

"No! You don't look bad, you look adorable, actually. It's just different. I'm not used to seeing you like this."

Bingo. Got it in one.

It did explain everything. Elsa ran a hand through her hair, letting out a deep sigh. It was a difficult position for Elsa. She had watched her daughter work to get to where she was, had supported her every step of the way. But there was no way Annelise could compete with the bad ankle.

When he eventually pulled away from the hug, Olaf said “I missed you too! You okay?”

"I'm well. A little homesick, but well. How about you? You look...interesting."

"Momma." She wasn’t surprised. Not really. She had known there was only a slim chance that this would work. The palace, the whole mountain was her mother’s domain. And she knew everything that went on inside of it. Between her flurries and Jack’s winds, there was no secret that was safe.

Elsa crossed her arms over her chest, taking a step toward her daughter. She had always known there would be a day when Annelise would attempt to leave. Despite everything that Elsa had taught her. It was inevitable. "It's late. And there's a storm. You shouldn't be out."