Anna thought, for a moment, about pushing him away or trying to wriggle out of his arms. But that was stupid. Maybe she was a little prideful (okay, a lot prideful, she had Fallen after all) but that was pushing it. She'd do more damage trying to get out of his arms than anything. And if she were being honest with herself (something she rarely did) she liked being in his arms. So she let herself relax, rested her head against his shoulder because, honestly, that little bit of effort had exhausted her already.
"Bubbles? I'll be lucky if I can reach my head to wash my hair." Anna lifted her arms almost even with her shoulders. "This is about as high as I can get them right now." So washing her hair was going to be a problem.