Anna immediately snuggled up to her and burried her face in her shoulder. “Mama, are you still mad…?” The younger girl mumbled. “Please don’t be mad at us, we’ll be all good now.” Said Elsa, looking up to her mother with big puppy eyes.
Gently rubbing the smaller girl’s back, Idun smiled. It was only a small smile, but there nonetheless. Only her two children could break out fighting, be told off, and looking so remorseful, all in the space of ten minutes.
“No, my loves, I’m not mad any more,” she murmured. “No need to worry. Now–I’d say it’s time for lunch, what about you?”