frozen

She looked out across the wide expanse of water in front of her. The sun was well in the sky by now, but not a cloud in sight to challenged its brilliant and bright superiority. Anna believed it looked nice enough to go for a walk, however, she realized it was a good thing she brought her cape, drawing it in closer to shield from the bitter air.
Olaf accompanied her, chatting aimlessly about anything that caught his eye. Spending time with the snowman was easy, and frankly he was the only one around willing to venture with Anna on this bitter morning. Kristoff was spending time with his family while Elsa delegated with Percy, the judge, through two court cases that arose soon after they awoke this morning. However, with the sheer bitter weather, it was hard for Anna to convince herself to stay on this walk, even though she needed it from the many sweet indulgences enjoyed last night.
There was little common ground shared between her and Elsa, but one thing is for sure is that chocolate is a place where they ca n meet on good terms.
“What's in the sky?” Olaf asked.
“Huh?” Anna brought her eyes down from the blue expanse above to the snowman beside her.
“You keep looking up. What's in the sky?” He repeated
“Well, it's not what is in the sky. It's what is not. I'm wondering when it will start snowing.” Anna admitted. “If it's going to be this darn cold out, we might as well have some snow.”
“Elsa can make it snow!” Olaf offered eagerly.
Anna smiled at his attempts for problem-solving. “Yes, but it's not the same.”
“But snow is snow,” he said, raising his stick hands to the flurry above his head.
“Right again, but there is something just magical about the first snowfall.”
Olaf stopped walking then and shot Anna a look. “Yo...

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... sister. “The reason why I love to watch the sky like this is because it reminds me of your magic and how beautiful it is.”
“Yes, I've heard how you think it's beautiful.” Elsa said, sounding slightly annoyed.
Anna cocked her head.
“Sorry,” Elsa sighed. “For the longest time, I despised my powers and I suppose I've only come to terms with them recently. It's hard to think of them as anything but a burden.”
Anna interlocked hands with her sister. “Well, I hope you learn to love them soon.”
“Why is that?” Elsa asked.
“Because something beautiful happens when we learn to love the things we hated about ourselves.”
Elsa blinked, looking down at her sister and then shook her head as she began to smile.
“You know, you should write poetry,” Elsa offered.
“And you should become an artisan.”
Then the two sisters stood together, admiring the spectral show above them.