In the days following, Anna desperately wanted to ask.

But instead, she bit her tongue and held the questions in as Elsa worked tirelessly on the recovery efforts. Her sister still seemed self-assured and decisive in her work, but Anna had the distinct impression that she felt more lost than she let on.

And she knew, somehow, that it was tied to the aged look in the queen’s eyes.

Anna was patient, of course–a feat that wasn’t easy, given the burning questions she had. But there were times where it was hard to keep her silence, and it took all she had not to ask about the scars on her sister’s body.

She was pretty sure Elsa knew about her need to know. Anna’s kisses were always more gentle with the myriad of jarring lines on otherwise flawless alabaster skin, and she had never asked about their presence.

Anna had quite a list of things she hadn’t asked, but wanted to.