"But what if I dont want to play with him?"
The little girl looked stubborn at her parents.
"He is a boy. What if I get boy-bugs?"
Her parents chuckled.
"Of course you dont't have to play with him if you don't want to."
Her mother brushed her platinium blonde hair, and collected it in a little ponytail.
"We just said that he was coming here, and that he was not much older that you!"
Her dad cleared his throat, and took some steps closer.
"We need to talk to his parents, and they needed to bring him."
"How old is he?"
"Six years old, I think?" He looked at his wife, that nodded confirming.
"Six years."
The little girl gasped.
"Six years! But he is OLD!
He won't want to play with me!"
"Just be nice and don't hurt him"
"Unless he bullies me?"
"Okay, if he is mean to you, you can freeze him i tiny bit. But... I think that will be though."
"Why?"
"You got to ask him!"
The girl looked angry after them as they dissappeard out of her room.
She checked the boy out as he and his parents entered the castle.
He didn't look like a bully, not at all. He looked actually a little lonley and sad. He bowed for her parents.
The girl hid behind the wall. She saw the little boy awnsered some questions her parents asked, then he dissapeard out of her sight. The grown ups sat down at the table to talk, and she snuck out to look after this boy.
"Hello, horse. How is your day going? Eatin' some hay, ey? Cool."
He talked to the beautiful fjord horse, as he heard low footsteps behind him.
"My day is not going so well.
I was invited here, and told there would be a little girl. But I havent seen her yet. She only hide behind walls and try to hide in the stable. But she is not wery good at it."
The little girl raised from her hiding place, and brushed off some hay and dust.
"Horses can't talk."
"No, but they are great listeners."
She frowned, and leant on the box.
"I am going to have a baby brother or sister" She said proud.
The boy stroke the horse.
"Then you should pray for a sister."
"why?"
"Brothers can be mean. Really mean. I know, beacuse I have twelve."
He looked at her.
"Im Hans, by the way."
The girl looked back in his eyes.
"Im Elsa."
"How old are you, Elsa?"
"Im four!"
"I..."
"You are six. That is correct"
Elsa liked this boy.
"You better be careful. If you bully me..."
She shot a light to the ground, and an ice pillar raised up, as tall as she.
He looked inpressed at it.
" I would never bully you.
But in case you want to bully me..."
He lied his hands on it.
Elsa frowned. How could he do that? Most people got hurt from touching her ice.
She gasped. The icepillar melted under his fingers. All that was left was a puddle of water.
She met his apple green eyes.
He had raised his brow, and smiled to her.
She returned the smirk.
