”So I was thinking, Mama, that you know, since I’m fifteen and all, that maybe I could be—you know… have a debutante ball… or something?” Her voice which was usually quite loud was quiet with that question, and turned rather mumbly near the end.
A sharp intake of breath. She should have prepared for the question, had they had a normal household, Anna wouldn’t have had to bring it up herself. And yet all these years had passed by without her noticing. Not even Elsa had had such a thing.
"I don’t think that’s advisable, love,“ Idun murmured, hoping her low tone would soften the blow a little. "But you’d have to ask your father.”