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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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It's working, isn't it?

[Anna gives Elsa her biggest, brightest smile, and even moves around to give her sister a quick, fond shoulder rub while she tucks into her breakfast.]

It's Gerda's recipe! Or, at least, what I can remember of it. Try the hot chocolate? I added juuuust a touch of peppermint schnapps to the whipped cream!

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[Elsa just rolls her eyes, but the smile on her face doesn't fade one bit. Of course it worked; Anna could get away with pretty much anything to Elsa. She just doesn't like to admit it.]

Normally I would say no to anything involving alcohol this early in the day... [Even as she says this, Elsa reaches for the nearby mug, taking a long sip of it and humming. Also, she may have just a dab of whipped cream on the tip of her nose.] But this is fantastic. Something we should consider selling at the cafe, even.

[She still holds onto the mug, letting the warmth of the drink seep into her hands to help ward off the slight early morning chill, but she focuses her attention on Anna instead of the hot chocolate.]

You better eat too. Don't spend all of breakfast just watching me.

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[Anna giggles and takes a seat next to Elsa, reaching for her own mug of hot chocolate, and then reaches out and swipes the bit of whipped cream from her sister's nose.]

My thoughts exactly! I think it adds just the right amount of bite to the whole thing.

[She cuts off a comically large hunk from her stack of pancakes and shoves it into her mouth. and then, of course, talks through it.]

—mmf, woulbn't dream've it!

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[Some might think the prim and proper queen of Arendelle would be extremely put off by such a blatant lack of manners, but Elsa just snorts, shaking her head.]

Give yourself enough room to taste it, Anna! You're going to turn into a chipmunk at this rate!

[Some things really don't change, do they? Anna always ate faster than she could swallow when they were kids, and it's no less hilarious now than it was back then.]

What would Gerda say if she saw you inhaling food like that?

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[Anna laughs through a mouthful of food. Ladies and gentlemen, the future Queen of Arendelle.]

At least I'd be a happy chipmunk.

[She swallows, hard, struggling a little bit with that huge bite she just took.]

I'm pretty sure Gerda would be incredibly flattered that I thought her food was so good!

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[If anyone has a problem with that, the Fifth Spirit will put her foot down!]

she'd be insulted because you didn't even pause to savor the flavor of any of it.

[Almost as if to mock Anna, she takes a very dainty bite of her eggs, taking the time to chew before swallowing. While staring straight at Anna the entire time.]

[rediscover]

...Okay, fair. But this is my food so I choose to be flattered by my own bad manners.

[Ha! Logiced! But Anna does slow down her eating considerably. Point taken, Elsa.]