Elsa let out a bretah of relief, only to take it in more harshly at her mother’s smile. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t frozen. Elsa broke into a small smile accompanied by nervous laughter, her own eyes watering as she stepped forward. ”I missed you.”
Fear was never a part of the equation when it came to Idun’s feelings towards her eldest daughter. She could fear for her, but never be fearful of her, not ever. And as Elsa stepped forward, she wanted to take her in her arms–but she didn’t. She would let the blonde move at her own rate. “And I you, my darling. I have missed you so much.”