It had taken about ten minutes of small talk, before her father hopped onto what they both knew was the intent of this conversation, “So that is the infamous Anna Anderson. I was expecting someone… what’s the word, ah butch?”





Elsa felt her face heat and she gently placed her face in her hands. Shaking her head softly she breathed in and out, feeling her father’s touch hover over her shoulders. Her parents meant well. Remember that, her parents meant well even if they fumbled more often then they helped. It took a few attempts but she managed to return to the conversation with her embarrassment under control.

“Anna doesn’t like me that way.” The response had a series of looks running over her father’s face. A frown with raised eyebrows, furrowing as he considered that information. But really the sympathy as he spoke.

“Ah.” The word sounded apologetic, and he gingerly placed a hand on her shoulder. She allowed it and gestured to the back yard

“Let’s get this cleared up. Mimi probably got a hold of her already.”

The face her father made because of his newfound knowledge was enough to get the two moving through the house.

Meanwhile Anna was going through the Senior Wrangler. Personally she had never met hers, both sets being long dead before she came into the world. So it was entirely new and she had no clue about how to react to the series of questions they asked except to answer promptly before they shot off another question.

Most of them seemed to be about herself, which she could do. Answering questions about her major was going to be a lot easier then the conversation they were obviously leading up to. At least the audience had been nice enough to seat her down and put some food in front of her. The good kind that always made an appearance in those movie barbecues. A few hot dogs, cookies, chips and what looked like some sort of macaroni concoction with mustard and potatoes.

By some miracle she was left to eat with only the intrusion of Olaf and a larger bulkier version of him who openly stared at Anna. Which was weird.

“This is my brother Marshmallow. He likes warm hugs.” The last part was stated in a stage whisper as Olaf slipped in next to her, opposite of his brother. Anna rose an eyebrow as Marshmallow started to eat his food, his eyes still stuck on Anna. Watching, weighing her worth against the feather of Ma’at.

The staring would have been hella awkward if Olaf hadn’t proved to be quite the talker. She listened patiently as he rushed from subject to subject, occasionally slipping into another language as his excitement overcame his mouth.

“Anna, there you are.” The lot of them looked up to find Elsa, who promptly got mobbed by her cousins.

“Marshall,” Hah! She knew that ‘Marshmallow’ hadn’t been his real name, “Olaf. It’s nice to see you again.”

The older brother let go, freeing his hands as he slowly shaped some hand signals. It took her a few moments to realize that he was using sign language and more to understand that his speed was more a courtesy to Elsa who was concentrating hard on them. Well damn, how many languages did Elsa’s family ‘speak’?

“Marshy! Can I tell Anna?” Olaf came to the rescue, tugging on his brother’s arm, and replacing his bored look with one of glee. Apparently she was deemed worthy since Marshy eventually nodded, leaving Olaf to turn and rattle off a paragraph to Anna.

“Marshmallow was asking Elsa if she could take the two of us to visit town tomorrow. Because mom and dad are want to do boring adult stuff. Marshy saved up his allowance to buy something cool as a souvenir.”

Anna looked at Elsa, who was having her hand signals corrected by her cousin. He seemed awfully patient for a kid. She wondered why-

“Marshy is mute. It’s okay, it’s a question a lot of people ask.” Olaf smiled and Anna blinked at his bluntness.

“Anna, it seems everyone is… well.”

“Wants you to spend a lot more time with them? It’s okay, I can entertain myself.” It wasn’t like Anna wasn’t not expecting to feel awkward or to be entertained by Elsa for the whole stay.

“Oh no, well yes… Aunt Elisa said he had to have two adults in case one of them wanted to do something different, so he asked if you would like to come.” Anna opened her mouth then closed it. Well that was nice of the little guy.

“Sure.” Marshy smiled at the answer, quickly stringing a few signals together.