⠀⠀ ༚⠀⠀༷⠀⠀ྃ ⋆⠀❝͟ ⠀* a smile of its very own sunniness followed suit to take form in ella’s chapped, from a certainly disheveling day at physical education, yet always the rosiest of lips. it was the golden hour, and everything slowed down for her the second elsa joined in on her parading around the garden of their dormitories, feet wet from the grass still moist, the clothes they’d come to hang up hung and atmosphere lit up with not only the sun’s light gleaming on their features but also the savoring tunes. slow, easy to move to, tunes. ella turned on her heels to grab a hold of elsa’s left hand for them to assume position, * my father taught me this, though, i don’t know how well i’ll remember it , * and feet picked up on the rhythm, not in absolute brilliance, or precision. but with the lighthearted glee of simply doing it. *