There was a mix of terrible confusion and frustration in the girl. She didn’t understand her mother’s words which denied the only thing that made sense to her, the tears which sprung from those older eyes when she denied her the only thing she wanted to know.
And she knew very well that there was no way that Elsa would speak a word to her, whether it was pleasant conversation or secrets. Her only possible way of finding out was through her mother, and not even she was going to help.
”I don’t understand,” she said, the frustration leaking though her teeth.
"I know, my sweet,“ Idun murmured, pulling Anna close. She had gone through those teenage growth spurts, the same Elsa had gone through a few years before. But her hand could still go to the back of her daughter’s head, and she could still hold her.
It hurt to know she was Anna’s last chance. Elsa wouldn’t speak of it, not a word, and Agdar would shut down any such questions, threaten punishments until Anna gave up. Idun had been the last chance. And she wanted to tell her, oh she wanted to, but she couldn’t betray Elsa that way. She couldn’t put Anna in jeopardy. That troll had taken the memories for a reason.
"Just know, Anna, that none of this was ever your fault. You were just a little girl, a tiny thing. It’s not your fault.”
Which most would take to mean it was Elsa’s. But Elsa was a little girl too when the accident happened, a little girl with an ability she couldn’t control. And now she was a frightened your woman.