The Best Holiday Tradition

The only part

Children's laughter and adults' cheering were heard all over the kingdom, for it was that time of year. 'Everybody ready? On my count of three, you will start creating snow sculptures of Olaf, who is posing there, see?' Queen Anna instructed the children with a playful tone, pointing at a dais arranged for Olaf to do his modelling on. Elsa stood beside Olaf, smiling at the children who are now living her and Anna's memories; wearing her ethereal white spirit dress, unharmed by the freezing cold of the winter.

After staying around to see how everyone was doing for almost an hour, Elsa started off towards the different stalls set out for the winter festival. As she was walking, Anna snuck up on her and gave her the tightest huge ever! 'Happy holidays sister!' she wished Elsa, not letting her go. Elsa turned around, embracing her little sister properly, 'Happy holidays' she replied with her ever so warm and sweet voice.

They both glanced at the children at once. 'Ahem' Elsa cleared her throat, 'Your majesty,' she started, Anna replied with a smirk as if she already knew what Elsa would say next, 'Yes, Your........' there was an awkward pause. Elsa looked at Anna expectantly, who was trying to make out something in her head. 'how am i supposed to address you now? You Majesty? Highness? OH, WAIT! Your deity!' she exclaimed. Elsa let out a hearty laugh.

'I am nothing more than your sister, Anna.', Elsa replied, stroking Anna's cheek. A single drop of tear streamed down Anna's cheeks, images of the past one year flashing infront of her eyes, her losing all four of her love, sister, her best friend and her beloved kingdom. 'So, as I was saying,' Elsa continued. Anna held both of Elsa's hand, impatient for her to finish her sentence. 'Do you want to build a snowman?'. And without further ado, the sisters bolted towards were the children were making snowmen, forgetting that they are grown up, dignified women and started reliving their childhood, together.