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[defyingfrigidity]

Honestly, you'd probably do me a favor if you got sick on my birthday. That way I won't have to deal with all those silly, stuffy nobles that try to catch my attention for their own gain at parties like that.

[Yeah she's kind of resigned to the fact that any sort of party on her own birthday would mainly be a political thing. Not that it bothers her, with how little importance she places on the day.

At the stern tone Anna takes, Elsa's shoulders slump a little. She may pull the queen and the big sister cards a lot, but that doesn't mean she's immune to that sort of stern talking to. Still... she's spent so much of her life beating herself up for her mistakes that it just feels weird to think of them as some sort of... learning experience, rather than burdens.]

That's... true, yes. And I know I'll do my best to stop something like that from repeating itself. I...

[She almost says I'll die before it happens again but that's. That's a little too much to say in front of Anna.]

No, I won't try my best. I will do whatever it takes to avoid that happening again.

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Well, there's good news. Here, you don't actually have to deal with any stuffy nobles! When your birthday comes around we can just enjoy it together!

[She places both hands on Elsa's upper arms, squeezing gently.]

I know, Elsa. Don't worry. I know right in here.

[One hand leaves to place itself over Anna's heart, which pumps sap through her body in place of blood.]

You're...you're my heart, you know that, right?

[defyingfrigidity]

[It isn't often that Elsa really cries in front of other people, even Anna. But Anna's words... they just hit that soft, still-healing part of her heart, and Elsa has to blink hard to try to fight back her own, not-yet-sappy tears.]

Oh, Anna...

[...She fails on that end, but for once, she just... doesn't care. Once the tears start falling, she lets them fall as she pulls Anna in close for a tight hug.]

And you're mine. That's... that's why I was able to make it through all those years. I felt terrible for shutting you out, but even just knowing you were there... that's what kept me going.

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[Anna's covered in all manner of flour from baking all morning, but she couldn't care less at the moment; she returns Elsa's hug tightly, burying her cheek in her sister's shoulder.]

Hey...me too, y'know? Even though I didn't know why...I always figured there was a reason why. Knowing you were on the other side of the door was knowing there was someone out there who loved me.

[Anna sniffles, pulling away, and gives Elsa a watery smile.]

Should, um. Should we get started on this cake?

[defyingfrigidity]

[The way Anna says that... it's worrying. Sure, she knew Anna was desperate to find love, but Elsa thought that was just. Romantic love. Someone who would sweep her off her feet and whisk her away from Arendelle. The way Anna said that, it sounds like she was desperate for any love, period. But that can't be right!! She had their parents, at least!!

... Didn't she?]

Right... right!

[She wants to ask, but Anna pretty blatantly changed the subject. And while Elsa is the queen of dwelling on things until they become problems, she doesn't want to make Anna uncomfortable with digging into their past traumas, so.... cake it is.]

I'll watch as you get everything mixed in, and work on the decorations. Would that be good for now?

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[Someday, Anna and Elsa will sit down and have a real talk about this. From both sides, and without any vague allusions to how things were for them. But now isn't the time. Now is the time for baking cakes. She nods, wiping her hands off on her apron, and turns to the big bowl full of flour and baking powder and sugar she's been assembling.]

Perfect! The icing is there—

[She pushes a smaller bowl containing plain white frosting toward Elsa.]

Pick whatever colors you want to use, and then you can pipe out the lace design on wax paper! When it hardens, we should be able to peel it off like a decal and wrap it around the cake.