❅ The tense knot within her gut loosened at seeing who exactly she’d run into. “I’m sorry mother. I hadn’t expected anyone else to be out here.” She replied, flashing a small, sheepish smile.
“It seems so. Balls aren’t quite how I’d imagined they would be.” Or were they? The ball was close enough to how she’d imagined. Large, and beautiful with music and chatter everywhere. It was just that she’d imagined she’d be…happier, perhaps.
“Well, that makes two of us, doesn’t it?” Idun replied with a smile, hoping to calm her daughter further. The night air was cool against her shoulders, making the fan hanging around her wrist useless.
At Elsa’s words, her smile became understanding. “It’s all right not to enjoy such things, love,” she murmured gently. “Balls get a bit much even for me. Too many people. Your sister seems to have enough enthusiasm for both of us, though. Have you seen her this evening?”