Anna’s name shows up on Elsa’s palm not even two years after she first dons gloves. Elsa does not remove her gloves, not around servants and certainly not around her parents.

The coronation is lovely. The after party, not so much. Luckily, Elsa’s kept a thin sheet of ice over her hand since she was sixteen.

Anna would not, could not, know.

Elsa’s name is carved into the back of Anna’s neck. It loops around gorgeously, and it’s a good thing the scrawl stings when it first appears, or Anna may not have had time to cover it.

Elsa’s not seen her without a necklace for a long, long time.

It’s painfully quiet in the queen’s chambers when Anna pushes aside her red hair, with a streak of white that would always leave Elsa’s heart clenching. The name on her neck is beautiful in Elsa’s eyes and she is speechless.

Anna’s eyes fill with tears, she already knew, she already knew, it’s why she locked her door to you .

Elsa holds her left hand and takes a shuddering breath. There’s so much relief flooding her veins she can hardly see straight.

Anna watches as Elsa’s fingers uncurl and suddenly, everything makes sense.

An act of true love indeed. They really were meant for each other.