"Are important," she spoke through her captured tongue. With a wink, she wiggled her fingers discreetly, a small icicle erupting from one and poking Jack. "You'll hardly win, good sir. He's got eyes everywhere," she laughed at his dramatics, skimming her hands along his arms. "You can certainly try, but I'm a woman of poise and conviction. You'll hardly damage my principles."
She sighed happily, fitting herself in the crevice of his form snugly. "Min dum mann." Her sadness was nearly dissipated now, tucked into the back of her mind to be worried about at a later date.
Of course Elsa had been speaking of Anna's return to her for years, though it never came to be. What would usually cause her a great deal of sadness, she was able to cope with, thanks largely to the fact that she knew that her sister was leading a wonderful life at home. She had Kristoff and the open gates, and another version of herself that she was able to bond with and confide in. It wasn't easy to accept that for more than half her life, she'd been without her sister. That was never an easy thought to process. "You are obligated to say that, but I love you for it," Elsa teased.