"Sister~." Elsa calls, smiling softly as her younger sister comes in, holding Hands by the back of his jacket.
She is smiling, Anna is. She was deprived of attention of her older sister for years. After their parents died, and the manipulation of her now dead lover, she broke. She takes any positive assurance as possible. Tries to stay with her sister and does whatever she says, for praise, for affection, for anything.
"Yes, big sister??" She answers back, holding onto her lover's sword. She sits next to the cold throne while petting the hair of Hans. She doesn't notice the hair in his wide, lifeless eyes. She doesn't want to close them. It's awake time, after all.
"Mrs. Roberson has been good for the past week. Can you bring her another blanket and some firewood for me, please?" She asks, sweetly. "Hans looks a little sleepy today, so he can stay with me and nap. You're gonna need both hands for this task."
"Can I bring some to Mr. Bradly too? He said hello to me yesterday and asked if I'm okay! I don't know why he asked that, but it was nice of him!" Anna is already on her feet and putting on her favorite jacket. The one her sister gave her that was infused with a special spell to keep her warmer than any blanket. She hates getting it dirty, since it was a special gift from Elsa.
"Yes, of course. Be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."
"I will, sister! I promise!"
Without another word, she skips away, humming the tune her and Hans sung together when they first met.