Elsa lead the older woman down the hall, and into a large room. Pictures clung to the wall as far up as possible. Images of the late king and queen, Elsa and Anna as children, and ancestors alike.
“This is my family….perhaps yours as well..?”
Quick on the blonde’s heels, Idun froze before the portrait. Taking careful steps forward, she reached out a hand, before pulling it back, her fingertips not quite brushing the paint. Eyebrows pulling together, she broke eye contact with the faces of the painting, staring down at her hands. A flash of recognition had run through her.
“Agdar,” she murmured, looking back up at him. “Anna.” Next, her eyes flicked to the tiny redhead. And then they settled on the blonde. “And…and Elsa?”