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More fluff is on the way! @vuelle

 when the girls were small their parents would hold play-nights, which ment the whole family would be in their little parlor, Anna and Elsa sitting on the chaise, their mother in the armchair or on an footstool and their father standing infront of the mantelpiece. Now Imagine two little girls sitting side by side, their mother reading from an book or another while their father would reinact the given scene (you should see Adgar acting out Cinderella). Many evenings would pass such, at least when the king had time, and when all known authors and plays were through history books would do too (I promise you you´ll never forget any Roman emperor when this family gets hold on his story)

One of the reasons Adgar is so good at these acts is because, being very shy in his childhood and youth, he had started to act out his favorite plays, hoping this way to defeat his shy manners- it did not help much when he first met Idun though, as he was more shy then ever. That all did not matter in the end as she enjoys his silence just as much as she loves how he makes her laugh

One of the reasons Idun always (well, mostly) reads from the books while he acts is because she has the most beautiful voice when it comes to reading, its nearly magic how she makes the words come to life. Her voice is like a hidden fountain, a world on its own. She may appear silent in public, but when she does speak it captures you. That’s why Adgar loves her so much

Inspired by their parents, young Elsa and Anna would at times prepare their own plays, writing them together (well, more like drawing as Elsa was not yet so good at writing at the age of six) and acting them out together- or more like Anna would “act” while Elsa would tell the story

Elsa was the one who very soon adapted her mothers way of reading aloud (after they stopped such evenings for nearly two years, caused by an frightful event one night in the ball room). Just as the piano lessons she had just started, reading provided a feeling of peace and control. Sitting in the armchair- Anna and their parents either on the chaise or acting- she could be with them while the book provided her a kind of defense, a barrier between herself and the rest of the world. Not to mention her soft voice- with at times a hint of jest- was perfect for it. Elsa enjoyed these now rare evenings

Anna was very good at reading to, but felt always too much involved with what was playing on the pages, so on one point she stuck with acting, like her father (but for different reasons). Anyway, her performances were always a thing to behold and her parents enjoyed it very much to sit for once just on the chaise 

Because the fluff thing is still going on, here comes a small story of mine.

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The castle is full of life. Of course it is, and it’s not like it’s ever been empty- it is after all a royal place-but today something is still different. The warmth of the steady summer sun has warmed the old stone and wooden walls, and each room seems to be illuminated in an special light, something only the short summer months can bring. The windows are cristal clean, reflecting the sunshine outside like glittering diamonds, like they are competing with the glittering sea in the fjord. Inside, the castle doors are opened and closed, the sound of footsteps running echoing through the halls. Everyone is busy, everything seems alive. Midsummer is here. Days already have passed in preparation for this event. Plans have been made, people invited, food prepared, decorations put, drinks ordered. And while the carpets and the paintings have been dusted, and the silver and the glasses and the floors polished, and fires prepared in the town square and on a field on the edge of town- while all this was being made, never was the joy forgotten of having Middsummer Eve.

Sitting in the small family parlor is Anna. There is a chaise and an armchair and a few stools to sit on, but she decided to take the small footstool. Leaning against the wall just beside the open window, feet stretched out, eyes closed. She can not see but she can hear the seagulls outside, people voices, the wind in the trees, the sound of the sea. Even thought she could have chosen a more comfortable piece of furniture to wait, it was the footstool she settled for. It is small and far from new, but it held the most comforting memories. Memories of days long gone by, of a family sitting together at evenings, of a small fire in the mantelpiece and a warmth warmer the anything else. Of joy, laughter, and simple silence. Of their father playing maybe chess with Elsa, and their mother maybe reading with Anna, on a footstool sitting just beside. And it’s a warmth, like a blanket, she likes to remember. Just then the small clock on the opposite wall is heard and a short knock on the open door. Anna opens her eyes to see her sister entering, dressed in a light blue summer dress with a black bodice of traditional rosmaling embroidery. She greats her older sister with a smile and Elsa smiles back. “Here you are. I’ve been looking for you all over the place.” “Too bad we live in a place with so many rooms, right?” Anna joked, but still not rising. “It is though nice if you want a moment for yourself.” The older answered while looking in the distance, as if if thinking of a time not long gone by, before continuing “Are you fine? I missed you during lunch, and that’s odd considering you always close when food is near.” “Well, now your making it sound like I’m a step away from not fitting anymore in any of my dresses.” “No, I’m making it sound like your sister missed you. Are you really fine?” “I’m fine Elsa. Just like this place. I think after the painting gallery and the garden it’s one of my favorite places.” “It’s one of my favorite places too.” She replied while stretching out her hand towards Anna. “Come on now, you know i don’t like to be late.” “A Queen is never late, everyone else just comes too early.” “Very funny.” They both had to laugh and it felt good.

The evening was near and the palace felt deserted, except for the few guards on the palace walls, and- even though Elsa had urged to be on time- they both took their time while walking arm in arm through the halls. They were silent, but they were comfortable. On arriving in the courtyard they noticed Kristoff coming in their direction and after a short glance to her sister, Anna skipped the few yards parting them and pulled her arm now under his.

Kristoff felt more then relaxed the moment he saw Anna skipping towards him, her two braids jumping up and down, shining in the sunlight. It did not matter what he had thought of people before or may a times still think, as long as there was a smile like hers in the world. After awoiding Olaf running into him he gave a shy smile to Elsa, who gave him a shy smile of her own, and when she made her way through the gate he and Anna followed her close behind.

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