Dammit, brain, we are not giving Avanti-verse Elsa a cousin named Ezio. We are not finding a reason to have him visit, we are not having him try to charm Anna, and we are certainly not having her respond with:

“Boy, is your aim off,” Anna mused, and settled quite comfortably into the arm that had found its way around her back the moment Elsa had returned to the table. She didn’t even need to turn her head to know that that ice blue glare was about a 7 out of 10 at the moment; it probably would have been a 12 if the poor guy had actually known about their relationship in advance.

He certainly knew now, if the way the color drained from his face was any indication, so Anna took pity on him and gave Elsa’s cheek a light kiss, which made the blue gaze shift to her and soften in - appropriately enough - the blink of an eye.

Ezio all but collapsed in his chair, and Anna just barely managed to keep her smile from turning into a wide grin.

“For the record…” She patted his arm and felt more than heard Elsa’s chuckle. “I prefer blondes.”