The Big Picture

Here is the shortest of short drabbles, loosely based on a prompt from let-it-geaux regarding the Frozen Fever portrait.



It’s exceptionally silly because I am silly and it was a challenge to write anything with my jerkbrain the way it is at the moment.



Rated: K

Words: 435





“A portrait?” Anna eyes widened as she imagined the possibilities. “Can I have a sword? And a cat? Can the cat have a sword?”

“I’m not sure how historically realistic that would be, Anna.” Elsa couldn’t help but smile, constantly amazed at her sister. The two were spending a Sunday in the parlour, lazily reading and drinking tea.

“What’s the point of commissioning a painting if you can’t even add cool things like swords and cats?”

“How would a cat even hold a sword?” Elsa blinked at the sentence she never thought she would ever say.

“That’s for the artist to decide. Personally I think with its tail.” Anna stood hand on hip, head held triumphant at her flawless argument.

“No swords. End of sword discussion.”

“Joan had a sword…” Anna muttered to herself, barely audible.

“It’s really just to capture a moment in time, of our family. We don’t have one of us together as adults.” Elsa smiled sadly.

“Wait a minute. Wait just one minute. Are we going to have to sit still for hours?” Anna stared at her sister, aghast at the prospect.

“Well I think it depends on how fast the artist can work. Though we may not need to do it all in one sitting.”

“So it’ll be the whole family, right?” Anna smiled at the expression she was sure Sven would make.

“You, me, Kristoff. I suppose we should include Olaf as well.” Elsa still marveled at the fact she had created the snowman.

“And Sven!” Anna demanded.

“Anna-“ Elsa began, mentally cataloging all the rooms of the castle that could feasibly hold a reindeer.

“Sven is in the portrait. End of Sven discussion.”

“Alright, Sven is in.” Elsa thought live reindeer were probably more indicative of their family than sword-wielding cats.

“What about Marshmallow?” Anna had forgiven the rude snowman, noting he was an extension of Elsa wanting to protect herself.



“I don’t think the kingdom would be too receptive to an easily angered snowman.” Elsa knew Marshmallow would at this very moment be sitting in his ice palace, twirling around, wearing his crown with pride.

“He seemed in much better spirits when we visited him a few weeks ago!” Anna said cheerfully.

“That’s true. He prefers the ice castle, though. I’ll see if I can get a painting of him there, on his own.”

“Ooh I should tell Kristoff! I think I’ll lead with the fact that I’ll get to stare at him whenever I like now.” Anna grinned.

“Somehow I doubt he’ll object to that.” Elsa laughed as Anna leapt up to find her ice harvester.

