Anonymous asked: Paintings: Elsa watching Anna ride? (I'm tired and this popped up haha)

It’s 2 AM and I’m wide awake, lol. I’m assuming you mean riding horses? A la AFA? 8D

…I tried. I don’t know anything about horses.

Elsa bit at her bottom lip, trying to shove down the urge to call out to Anna to be careful. Frost had already coated the ground beneath her, and she hoped that subtly adjusting her train of ice would be enough to hide it should Anna look her way.

“Just relax, Elsa,” Olaf soothed from beside her, patting her knee with his stick hand as he grinned widely. “Anna’s gonna be fine; she’s been doing this for years. And look! She’s gonna try to jump that big boulder!”



Elsa appreciated his intention to reassure her, but that didn’t help. At all.

Her heart leapt to her throat at the smirk on Anna’s face as she crouched low with her horse, preparing for the jump–

Elsa had already sprung to her feet, sprinting towards her sister.

Anna let out a victorious cry as they touched down from the jump, leaning forward to rub at her horse’s neck and gush praises in his ear. “Such a good boy, making that jump! Who’s a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!”



“Anna!”



At the sound of her sister’s voice, Anna immediately looked back up, a grin curling to her face at the sight of the blonde hurrying towards her. Mentally thanking said blonde for commissioning a pair of comfortable riding breeches for her, Anna easily dismounted her horse. As soon as her boots touched the ground, a pair of arms wrapped themselves tightly around her, and a flurry of kisses soon bombarded the crown of her head, her cheek, her forehead, her nose…

“I was so worried!” Elsa whimpered between each one, brow drawn together as her hands shifted to cup Anna’s face. “The terrain here looks so uneven, and that boulder seemed impossible, and–”



Anna surged forward, stopping Elsa’s barrage by pressing her lips to the blonde’s. She grinned into the kiss, stupidly happy that Elsa had fretted this much over a simple exercise. Fretted for her.

“I told you she’d be fine, Elsa!” Olaf quipped as he waddled over to them.



Anna giggled as she pulled away, brushing her nose against Elsa’s. “I should make you worry more often if this is what I get.”

“Please don’t,” Elsa murmured against her lips, eyelashes close to tickling Anna’s skin. Her tone was light, for she knew the redhead was just joking. “It’s not as special if it happens all the time.”



And Anna drew her in for another kiss, making sure to nibble at her bottom lip before she pulled away, grinning like a lovestruck fool.

“It doesn’t matter how many times–it always feels like the first to me.”



Epilogue: Later on in Anna’s room, with swollen lips and mussed hair, Elsa pointed out that despite it feeling like the first time, Anna clearly had the experience that her past self had lacked.

Not that either of them were complaining.