applesforanna:

   The idea of being to help the gardener finally brought out a smile from the child. She wanted to see what the flowers would look like, and maybe if she helped a lot, they could grow faster.

   ”The gardener said they were… uh, pri… pri.. primroses,” she murmured from her mother’s chest, “Are they pretty flowers, Mama?” 

   That crown of hers was kissed, and it was a head that held no chill to it, no aches or pains, and though the streak remained, and the confusion surrounding it as well, at least Anna had none of the headaches and poundings she had not long ago; the ones that left her in bed for a whole day, crying and wondering why her head hurt so much.

   "They're very pretty flowers,“ Idun replied, hearing the smile in her daughter’s voice. "Pretty and little. A bit like you, my love.”

   The day following the accident had been horrible for all. Elsa’s things had to be moved, Anna was in pain. It had been so hard to watch, and Idun had had to send Gerda to keep an eye on her eldest while she remained at Anna’s bedside. Holding her, and calming her as best she could. And Agdar had been nowhere to be seen, holed up in his office. That hadn’t put him in his wife’s best books. 

   But now Anna was smiling again, finding ways to occupy her time. It was a good sign as far as Idun was concerned. Anna had bounced back–now everyone else needed to as well. The sooner they could get this horrid business behind them, the better.