[Honestly, Elsa didn't know what to expect. Her parents had always given her books or clothes on her birthday, before she'd started really pushing them away and denying herself things that made her happy. Here, she was somewhat expecting things like baking supplies, or new gardening tools... so when she pulls the sword out of the box, her breath catches.
Elsa isn't into weapons in the same way that Cassandra is, but even she can see that this is a work of art. The handle, the guard, the- oh.]
Oh... oh wow.
[Ever so lightly, Elsa's thumb brushes against the polished blade, tracing the snowflake patterns etched into it. That... that's what makes her heart flutter, more than the Arendelle colors do. Cassandra remembered, she knew how important Elsa's magic was to her... and had it incorporated into this beautiful homage to her home.]
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Elsa isn't into weapons in the same way that Cassandra is, but even she can see that this is a work of art. The handle, the guard, the- oh.]
Oh... oh wow.
[Ever so lightly, Elsa's thumb brushes against the polished blade, tracing the snowflake patterns etched into it. That... that's what makes her heart flutter, more than the Arendelle colors do. Cassandra remembered, she knew how important Elsa's magic was to her... and had it incorporated into this beautiful homage to her home.]
You really had this made just for me?