Anna and Elsa were sitting on Damon's huge bed, the redhead brushing her sister's hair.
"So what is with you and our host?" Elsa asked, turning her head slihtly to look at her blushing sister.
"Nothing,"
"Uh huh, and 'nothing' has you staring at his rear end all day?"
"I...umm...well..."
"And what of Kristoff?"
"It's been two years, Elsa. He's probably declared me dead and married some bimbo chambermaid or something," Anna said softly. "I love him...but the chances of us ever seen each other again are...none!"
Elsa turned, hugging her sister. "I just want you to be happy, Anna."
Anna snuggled into her sister's arms, sighing happily.