Moving forward to stand at her mother’s side, Elsa felt a small weight of her anxiety lift from her. If nothing else, knowing she wasn’t the only royal to feel this way eased her. “I’d always figured there’d a lot of people, but I guess I didn’t realize what that was actually like.”
At the mention of her sister, she couldn’t help but giggle, a gloved hand moving to cover her lips. “Glances mostly. We were together for a while, but after I passed the pleasure of a dance with the duke of Weselton to her, I imagine she’s a little cross.” Elsa admitted unable to keep the smile from her face. “So, did Anna get her enthusiasm from father?”
Glancing at her daughter out of the corner of her eye, Idun took in the sight of her. The sound of her laughter had been something she had missed, and her own smile deepened in response. She knew why Elsa was unfamiliar with such things–when really, they should have been a normal event of her childhood.
“Oh, you didn’t?” she replied, glancing back at the lights of the inside. “He’s stepped on my feet more times than I can count over the years, you’re lucky he let you be. Normally he insists quite strongly. I can see why Anna would be cross.” She gave the final question a think. “I wouldn’t say he was as enthused as you sister, but he was better at hiding displeasure with such things than I."