“It’s getting late, and I think I might turn in early. I can’t stop thinking about how soft and warm my bed is,” Elsa said with a soft smile.

Anna had come to Elsa to ask her about something but now, she couldn’t not if Elsa was heading off to bed. “Well in that case I think I’ll write in my journal,” Anna said.

“I didn’t know you kept a journal,” Elsa said amused by how oblivious Anna could be.



“I write in it sometimes,” Anna said.



“Well perhaps you could bring it to my room. I could watch you write. Perhaps give you suggestions. ‘Dear journal, Elsa has shown much affection for me. Even asked me to come to bed with her, but alas, subtlety is lost on me.’,” Elsa said smiling.



Anna thought about that a moment. “Wait what?” she gasped when she finally got it.

“Now she gets it,” Elsa chuckled.



“Is that really what you want?” Anna asked carefully.



“Don’t second guess me, it’s unbecoming. Now come with me, and no arguing this time,” Elsa said gently taking Anna’s hand and leading her away.

