Conceal, don't feel.

After the Great Thaw, that mantra, once always on Elsa's lips, melted away like mountain snow in the warmth of spring sunlight.

The young queen found herself another.

I love you.

Spoken to Anna as the two of them strolled through the garden, cheerily feeding her sister's dear friends, the geese.

I love you.

Murmured lightly with a little laugh after Anna said something particularly amusing, then repeated again more earnestly to make sure the words' impact were felt.

I love you.

Sung out in the evenings as Anna made her way to bed. Whispered gently over Anna's sleeping form as Elsa looked in on her and threw another blanket over her – to make especially sure the princess spent a comfortable night.

I love you.

Said simply sometimes as Elsa gazed into Anna's beaming face. Said simply, without prompting. Just because.

It was as though Elsa was trying to make up for all the times she should have been able to say those words to Anna during their thirteen years apart.

I love you, Anna. You're everything to me. I love you. I love you. I love you…