Cold Hearted

She's Growing Up

Third Person

Elsa happily walked down the hallway to her daughter's room, it's been a while since she was able to just walk down the hall to her daughter's room to wake her up just like good ol' times. She smiled at the mere thought, her little girl was back home, and yes she brought a boy with her and yes Elsa was still somewhat skeptical of the boy, but what harm could a somewhat troubled boy do? All that really mattered was that her daughter was back home, right where if she had the choice, where she'd always be.

Elsa turned the knob to Elena's door and very slowly opened the creaky door to her room. She peered in and paused... she furrowed her brow and squinted some as she swore she was seeing things, but... was she? With one slight shift of her daughter, she saw the dark brown hair peeking out from underneath the blanket.

Elsa's eyes widened some and stared at the scene, not daring to move as she took the scene apart piece by piece. Her little girl was leaning her head on the boy's head as she was gently cradling him it seemed, the boy was snuggled into her side happily sleeping without a single worry in his precious mind. Elena's arms were wrapped snug around him and she was practically burying her face in his hair, all while it appeared to be that the boy was simply hugging her torso without a care in the world.

Her little girl, her only child and only daughter, is sleeping with a boy.

Elsa slowly crept back through the doorway and shut the door as she didn't know what to do, does she get mad? Does she ground Elena for letting a boy sleep with her? Does she kick the boy out? Does she let it go? They both had clothes on which can safely assume that they weren't doing anything bad, but Elsa was simply in shock. She stared at the closed door for a moment as she thought before turning away from the door and jogging down the hall as quickly as she could to find her sister for advice.

Still in shock of what she has just seen she rushed down the stairs and jogged right into the sitting room in which her sister and her husband were enjoying a pleasant cup of coffee with each other. The two were having a casual, wonderful conversation and leaning into each other's sides when Elsa burst into the room with a panic,

"Anna! That boy is sleeping with my daughter! What on earth do I do?!"

Elsa shouted as she entered the room. Kristoff looked up at her and furrowed his brow a little bit. Meanwhile, Anna looked up from her cup and gave Elsa a look as she processed what she said before blossoming into a giddy smile and squealed a little,

"Really?! Oh how cute! So precious!"

"No! No no no, not cute! Anything but cute! Not precious either"

Kristoff chuckled some as he watched the interaction before looking at Elsa with a more serious expression,

"Are they both wearing clothes?"

Kristoff simply asked. To him it was the only question that mattered, if the two still had clothes on then there was a good possibility they were simply cuddling. Elsa let out an exasperated sigh and began rubbing her temples with her pointer fingers,

"Yes!"

She said in a slight shout as she tried to calm herself down a little bit. Kristoff leaned back again and relaxed before taking a sigh,

"Well, then what's the real issue? They both have clothes on so nothing happened"

Elsa looked at him with big eyes of "are you kidding me?!" and looked to her sister who was simply smiling. It was her daughter, why was he telling her what was a real issue and not? Slightly offended she listened to her sister speak,