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   She remembered the days her mother used to do this. Her face would be covered
   with chocolate and her mother would tease her about how much of a messy eater
   she was as she wiped her face. While she did this, Elsa pretended that she was still
   that child ; happy and loved. And as she always did as a child, a soft giggle escaped
   her lips. Had she been smaller and had the energy, she would have squirmed as she
   used to do ; but she wasn’t a child anymore. She was almost a woman. She was a
   woman now from a biological standpoint.

   A grin stretched across her face, brightening it up for the first time in a long time. 
   Promises were not reality. She was not foolish enough to believe that it will happen
   for sure, but the possibility of it happening was enough to elicit this reaction from
   her. She always loved the feel of the sun against her skin during the times she was
   able to go outside during the day ; and she loved the feel of the ocean breeze against
   her skin. What she would give to be able to go to the beach and sit on the sand just
   to watch the sunset.

Then, she paused and looked up at                 Yes, of course she did but a part of her
her mother. Did she want her there                   wished that she could enjoy this by 
with her?                                                         herself.

    However… it would be better if her mother was with her instead of a guard.
    It would make her feel less like a prisoner and more like a princess. She could
    pretend that they were normal ; that she was normal. It would be a dream, a 
    dream she wanted to come true.

                            ❝S-someday. A-and…

Perhaps then… I will… I will be the daughter you deserve.❞

     ❝You are already more than I could ever have wished for, 
                                                                                          my precious girl.❞

I just hope I can be the mother you deserve.

  The queen had no idea how long this moment would last, how long Elsa
  would allow her to hold her once again. She had grown since she had last
  been allowed to wrap her arms around her, even for the briefest of embraces.
  Then she had been in the process of growing–now she was almost the
  same height as her mother. It was a cognitive dissonance almost. With
  Anna, her growth had been natural, but with Elsa… it was a jump. And Idun
  so wished it hadn’t been. So many things had been done wrong in their family.
  And she hadn’t helped. 

  That giggle. That smile. Happiness could come again, the queen was sure.
  And so she returned the grin, cupping one cheek again. And she placed a
  very quick kiss on her daughter’s forehead, taking the chance while she still
  had it. To offer the comfort she had been so desperate to give for so long
  lifted a bit of the weight on her heart. She made such not to hold her too
  tightly, however, just in case Elsa became uncomfortable. But, oh, it felt so
  good to hold her again.

     ❝I will talk with your Papa later–and if he knows what’s good for him,
       he’ll agree. And if not… I am not above going behind his back. You
       need this, love. I can see that now. No matter what it takes, I’ll get
       it for you.❞