Elsa wrinkled her nose at the mention of her tiara as she cuddled next to her mother. Carefully she placed the book she’d been reading between them, mostly on her mothers lap. “I don’t remember that,” she told her mama, clearly meaning seeing the princes. Even now, she avoided wearing the delicate piece of jewelry. Not that it wasn’t pretty or anything… she just…. didn’t like the responsibilities that came with it. Standing up straight, no running, eating carefully…
Not wanting to think about the tiara or about the disappointment of the boy outside not being a prince, Elsa focused on the book before them. “I was here, mama, where they talk about the contract with Weasel - Town,” Elsa frowned, not sure if she’d said the name right. “Why would someone name their town after a weasel mama?” she asked, looking up to the older woman in confusion.
One arm wrapped around her daughter while the other lifted the book so it was propped up a little more. Her smile grew at the sight of that expression on the princess’s face, and she leant down to kiss the top of her head. “Well, you wouldn’t. You were only just bigger than a baby then,” Idun explained, remembering it well. “You tell even then you’d be Queen–you used to boss the boys around.”
It had been quite funny to watch a little toddler in a pretty dress and tiara commanding the situation.
But then Elsa’s attention was on the book, and so the Queen turned hers to it as well, chuckling a little at the name. “Weselton, dear,” she corrected lightly. “I doubt they’d like it very much if you called it ‘Weaseltown’ around them.”