Pluck.



“She loves me.”



Anna picked off another petal, puffing it across the garden.



“She loves me.”



Pluck.

“She loves me–”



A wave of sparkling flurries passed over her hand, filling the gaps left by the missing petals with delicate ice replacements that swayed with the rest of the blossom.

Elsa sat down next to her, absently brushing away one of the purple petals that had found its way to Anna’s shoulder. “I think there’s supposed to be a ‘not’ somewhere,” she said.



Anna dropped into Elsa’s lap with a soft whump and a smile.

“Nope,” she said, daintily whipping off an ice petal and pinning it to Elsa’s nose. “She definitely loves me.”