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[sniffle]

I'm fine.

[Readying a sneeze]

Lay down. Arendelle won't be destroyed because the Queen took a nap.

[ah-choo!]

You worry too much, Anna.

I worry just enough! This is me worrying exactly the right amount. You!

[nudge, nudge, shove down the hall]

Aren't worrying enough.

[He looks at her closely.]

Then why do you have to tell me you're fine? You look tired.

[You can't do this, she's the queen. Elsa looks at her sister and sneezes again]

But!

[When he moves close, she moves back]

You're not Anna.

No, I'm Aerous. [He doesn't come any closer since she seems nervous.] You should rest. You look like you need it.

Bed! And maybe soup. Oh definitely soup. You are getting soup.

[pause]

And blankets. I'm sure we've got more hiding here somewhere.

[She shivers and whoa, loss of balance]

[She keeps her arms wrapped around her because who is this?]

Where did you come from?

[She's the queen, she should know who comes and goes]

I'm from Andoran. Where are you from?

[He can tell she is at least nobility. But she wears nothing that shows him what her homeland is.]

Definitely blankets.

[Now march. Anna grabs Elsa by the shoulders and starts steering her in the direction of her room.]

[She sneezes and more of the little creatures appear down the hall. Elsa groans and shakes her head]

[She sniffles]

Um. Uh...Arendelle.

At least they're cute?

[And they are! There are a lot of them but they're adorable. But they're not going to disrupt her mission. Elsa. Bed. Getting better.]

Maybe we can keep one and let Olaf keep it as a pet.

That must be far from the part of Golarion I know. Or perhaps even another plane.

[He awkwardly offers her a handkerchief.]

Edited (I totally derped...) 2015-10-05 01:26 (UTC)