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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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[Anna's eyes—for both of hers have grown back already—are shining in excitement, but she lets out a soft gasp as Elsa beelines for a hug instead of the breakfast table. She's enveloped in Elsa's arms, lifted off the ground, before she can say anything else, but she laughs into her sister's shoulder.]

To be fair, you don't have anyone else to compare me to....

[But the sight of Elsa wrapped in that familiar shape and color, even if it's not their mother's real shawl, is enough for Anna not to argue much further.]

Do you like it?

I don't need anyone else to compare you to. I just know you're the best ever.

[Even as Elsa sets Anna back on her feet, she doesn't completely let her go; her arms drop from Anna's middle, hands moving down so they can grip Anna's, squeezing lightly.]

I love it. Everything's perfect. [She may not have tasted the food yet, but she can smell it, and it smells just as good as anything Gerda made for them.] You're so good to me, Anna...

[Anna's cheeks flush, wine-red under her green skin.]

Yes, well, I guess I believe you...

[She beams with pride as Elsa gushes, and waves a hand sheepishly.]

Only 'cause you deserve it. [She pulls out a chair for her sister.] Twenty-five! You're practically ancient, Els.

[Elsa smile seems to freeze for a second, and then her jaw drops.]

You little stinker! [That gets you a pinch on the arm Anna, with her little nymph claws too!] You aren't that far behind me, missy, so I wouldn't go talking about how I'm old just yet!

[Anna giggles, but yelps a moment later as Elsa pinches her on the arm. She sticks out her tongue.]

Hey, don't remind me. Anyway, this isn't about me! And don't worry. Twenty-five isn't that old. You're only halfway to fifty after all!

[shut up anna????]

Here, try a pancake!

[Just. This face. Elsa's gunna get her revenge, little sister, so you better sleep with one eye open for the forseeable future.]

Trying to bribe me with sweets to get me to forget about your incredibly rude comments... you're becoming quite shrewd in this land, aren't you?

[Even as she says that, the mask of her pout begins to crack as she sits, digging into the plate in front of her and taking a bite of the pancakes.]

Mmm... do I even have to say that these are delicious? They're wonderful, just like everything else you make.

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!

[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.

[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!

[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?

[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!

[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.]

...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.]

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