#arnadelle

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ONCE HE REMEMBERS HOW TO BREATH - HE TAKES A FEW BITES AND SWALLOWS.

Awwww thank you so much Flora ( my anna twin) ! My birthday was great and also had a birthday party for family and friends yesterday which was lots of fun! Tired now but had such a great time! I hope you’re well and that you are having the best weekend 🥰❤️❤️

Anna froze the moment the sandwhich was pushed into her mouth. For several seconds she only stared at the other Anna, then she chewed, eventually she swallowed. She placed a hand over her heart with as much dignity as she could muster in the moment.

"You know, I have survived wolves, giants, an enchanted forest and Olaf explaining philosophy over breakfast", she looked at the other Anna in front of her with a scandalized expression.

"...But nothing could have prepared me for being ambushed by lunch." Her expression softened almost instantly, before she glanced down at the sandwhich.

"You there," Elsa called out to the flour-covered woman, mindful of their distance. For the sake of her clothes, staying away from anyone working in this surprisingly cluttered bakery is ideal, "is your mother, Mrs. Anna, home?"

The only daughter to the King and Queen of Arendelle finds herself in the bakery, too stiff-looking in her rich and intricate royal garb. A wave of nausea makes her slightly faint, a constant reminder that she has not slept so well lately. Flashes of waves and lightning is all she remembers from these nightmares, but the bad dreams still dug deep into her core. Whether she remembered them or not, sleep eluded her.

Her mother and father were away, leaving her all alone in the Arendelle Castle. She remembers begging for them to take her with them, but they both reassured her how she will be perfectly fine. It was only two weeks since their ship has sent sail, but she could no longer keep herself on the grounds of the castle. She did not know when they would be back, not when she didn't know where they were going. She often told herself to be patient these past two weeks, but... Waking up with the taste of sea water and blood this morning convinced her to leave the quiet castle.

The delicious scent of something laced with cinnamon and baking bread in the air brought her back to her current reality. Anna's Bakery looked cute and inviting from the outside with all of the painted flowers along the exterior, especially the door, but the inside is in dire need of cleaning. Still, the bakery smells beautifully enough for her to excuse the messiness.

"I would like to personally commission for a cake to be made from your mother. A special cake, that is..." Elsa explained, but soon trailed off uncertainly. This is an impulsive moment, something she did not rehearse in her head until she got it memorized. She knew she could merely ask Gerda, the royal cook that took pride in making all of the royal family's meals, but the need to escape the castle walls is stronger than her personal preference.

"I would like to recreate my mother and father's wedding cake as a surprise for them when they come back home from their business trip," she began again, wordlessly praying her careful makeup would hide her poor condition. "Is your mother free to handle this order?" Princess Elsa held her journal—one of the many, many journals of an only child with a deep loneliness and a seemingly normal heart—close to her chest with both of her hands, keeping the recipe closer to her heart. It aches stronger, she notices, at the sight of the girl with flour in her auburn hair. She looks...familiar.