A giggle bounced out with the Queen’s little kiss, and those chubby arms went around her mother’s neck, nice and comfortably tight.
”Oh, oh, oh! Mama, Mama, Elsa’s should be red!” she declared, perhaps a little too close to the Queen’s ear, “Then mine can be blue and hers can be red! It’s perfect, Mama!”
A small wince left the Queen at Anna’s volume. “Sweetheart, what have we said about shouting in people’s ears?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the child. Volume control was something the younger princess still had to work on, it would seem.
"I think a red puppy and a blue puppy shall be quite easy,“ she said, settling Anna easily on the sofa and bringing over a box filled with yarns and hooks and needles of all kinds. "Why don’t you pick some colours, and I’ll find a pattern, hm?”