Anna sniffed and scrunched her face up as the handkerchief wiped all tears and sadness away, and the girl who didn’t admit she was tired let herself lean on her mother’s chest.
”I—I wanna—-I wanna walk with Elsa,” she said, liking the idea of Elsa being there with her. The thought brought Anna out of her upset a bit more, the girl calming down considerably at the thought.
”When’s she coming, Mama?” she croaked out, a question that came with droopy little eyes, tired from walking, and tired from crying.
Glad to see the child calming down, Idun let a hand pat against Anna’s side. A feisty thing, that was for sure, but sweet nonetheless.
"That would be nice, wouldn’t it?“ she murmured, noticing the signs of tiredness. "I’m sure she’d like to help you. She’s coming after she’s had her lunch, little one." And after you’ve had a nap, she added silently, smiling softly at her little girl.
Mealtimes had been thrown out of the window while Anna was sick. She would eat when she was hungry and when she could. With an illness so violent, there was no point trying to keep her set to the same times as the rest of the family, and so none had tried.