That little eyebrow and scolding was something Anna decided to smile sheepishly about only, and then quickly forget about as she was let down onto the upholstery and given the box to look over. And before her mother even told her, Anna was digging into it, finding the needles and the wools and things she liked. Soon, she had all the things they needed all bunched up in her little arms.
”I got ‘em!” she declared happily, the pile threatening to spill out any moment.
Glancing over her shoulder, Idun let out a little chuckle before turning back to her collection of patterns. “Well done, love,” she called back, before picking out a few different toy patterns. Not all were dogs, but she could quite easily work them into a workable pattern. “Why don’t you put them down next to you, and help Mama by putting the box back over there?”
A nod of her head indicated where she meant. The box was light enough for a five year old to carry back to its place, and Anna was a strong girl anyway.