[ elsa goes quiet, a bittersweet expression befalling her. her eyes lower to the rim of her glass, watching some bubbles rise to the surface in her iced tea, the frost around it beginning to melt. the quiet lasts a little too long, even for someone who almost always thinks carefully before speaking. ]

No, I did other things, but the snow was our favorite part. She'd wake me up in the wee hours of the morning and tell me – [ here, she imitates anna's dramatics, throwing her head back with the back of her hand covering her eyes briefly. ] "The sun is up, and so am I." We'd slide down hallways and take over the ballrooms and ice skate or build snowmen. I'd clean up our messes. [ she laughs, touching her fingertips to her cheeks as her eyes become a little misty at those fond memories of early childhood. ]

Anna liked playing in the mud. I think she still does. I liked sitting in my room and reading, playing little logic games, learning chess and checkers. I went outdoors on occasion, taking solitary rides with my horse. [ she sighs. ] I stopped going out as much for several years.