The cold quiet of darkness has fully blanketed the kingdom with the onset of night, welcoming the sleepy town into their warm, cozy beds. The castle is far from quiet, however. The distinct sounds of laughter keep ringing out from a single room, lit with the warmth of a crackling fireplace. Two girls are reclined against a large pile of pillows, allowing the young women to sit up as they eat their food, while being leaned against each other for comfort. But their laughter keeps distracting them from their meal, despite the constant rumblings of their still empty bellies.
Gerda enters the room with another tray, sighing with a smile as she sees that Elsa and I still haven’t finished the first things she brought us. “Majesties,” she catches our attentions, our laughter dying into soft giggles as she places the new tray on the table beside us. “You two really should eat; neith