”Well, w-why not?” Anna said, trying again, keeping up her nervous little smile the best she could, “I mean, Papa’s a little… I don’t think he’d like it too much, but if you talked to him, maybe we could work it out… maybe?”
She was certainly old enough now, wasn’t she? Papa was a bit… overprotective, but surely Mama would know how important a ball like that was, wouldn’t she?
"Elsa hasn’t had one yet, for one thing,“ the Queen said, instantly regretting it. Bringing up her elder daughter would probably not help matters in anyway, but it did provide a little explanation. "Besides, they’re not truly that important.”
She could certainly remember her own–grand, but not too much. And it had been the happiest night of her life until she met her husband. But still, she knew he would not be convinced by her. He never had before.