A/N: I have, surprisingly, not written this before. At least, I don’t think so. And since tis the season, I thought it would be a nice way to get back into the habit.



Prompt: Snowman

The first day of winter had only a thin coating of snow. It melted under just a hint of sun and gave way beneath light boots. Hardly adequate for building snowmen.

But Anna didn’t mind. The young princess of Arendelle bent down and scooped up a handful of snow.

“Anna, don’t you think that’s…too small?”

Worried blue eyes watched her as she packed the fresh powder into a perfect sphere. A part of Anna wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to the sight. Nonetheless, it made her grin.

“You know for someone who made her own castle, you’re lacking in the imagination department.”

Elsa frowned, all trace of worry replaced by mild indignation. “I am not. I’m being realistic.” She swept her arm out, crystal cape fluttering, and gestured to the barely-covered gardens. “This isn’t even enough to make one snowman.”

Anna blinked at her sister. “Elsa you can make snow…”

Elsa huffed and wrung her hands together. “I know, but I thought you would want a more,” her shoulders bunched up, “genuine experience.”

Anna recalled reading that word when she was thirteen, stuffed into a corner of the library and sick with a lonely heart. She had cried then because she wanted what the young girls and boys had in her stories. Genuine love.

“Your magic is genuine,” she said, gently tucking her snowball into the crook of her arm and scooping up another tiny handful.

Elsa rolled her eyes and Anna’s heart beat at the carefree action.

“I meant snow that fell from the sky,” the Queen said.

“Okay,” Anna said slowly, fighting back a laugh, “your magic is better.”

This time Elsa let out a soft chuckle and Anna could see the hints of a smile on her lovely red lips. Her older sister sighed, but there was fondness in her voice when she said, “You’re so impatient.”

Anna shook her snowball at Elsa. “I’ve waited thirteen years to build a snowman with you Elsa. I’m not going to wait for more snow to fall when you have your gift.”

Elsa ducked her head and her ears turned pink at the words. Anna was grateful her hat covered her own flushing ears.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Elsa said. Then, with a flick of her wrist and a flourish of her arms, a swirl of ice and snow decorated the still-green gardens into a miniature winter wonderland.

Anna beamed, even as the chill bit at her light cloak and a sting started in her chest. She walked over to the pond’s edge and picked up a couple of tiny, frosted pebbles. Goosebumps traveled down her arms from the cold. Elsa noticed her light shivering immediately and wove a deep blue scarf in her hands.

“I told you to wear something warmer,” she chided softly as she wrapped it around her neck. Her fingertips lingered on Anna’s jawline.

Anna sneezed and then smiled sheepishly. “I’m impatient.”

Elsa laughed and kissed her nose. Anna ached from the closeness. She grabbed more powder to give her hands something to do.

“You are,” Elsa said, eyes twinkling, “so let’s get started on that snowman.”

Anna’s cheeks hurt from the force of her smile as she pressed all three snowballs she had gathered together. The pebbles she had picked up made for beautiful, bright blue eyes. With tender care, she placed the miniature snowman atop Elsa’s head.

‘Well, one down and lots more to go.”

Later she would tell Elsa she had wanted her sister more than any snowman all those winters.

