"I’m doing well mother." She had her best practiced smile on as she replied. Elsa was certainly well, if you counted throwing herself into unnecessary amounts of studying and frequent panic attacks, well.
At least for the time being her nightmares had subsided and she had gotten a good bit of sleep, which comparatively meant at least 4 hours to her normal 2.
Idun lowered her cup a little, settling it in her lap. She watched her daughter for a moment, wondering what had happened to the little girl who would speak freely of her problems, and who would come to her parents when needed.
“Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” she murmured. Idun had good reason to believe Elsa was telling her another ‘fib’.