A Thanksgiving Adventure

In all the months I've been alive, I've never really thought about what to do in an emergency. It sort of never really came up. I was a doll. And a queen at that! I had no real troubles. No taxes to pay, no dangers to face, no worries about when my next meal was, since dolls can't eat or drink. The only time I had to worry was when my switch was on and then my powers would work. And my switch was hardly ever on. But the second day at the house She lived in lent me to some changes we weren't expecting. Allow me to tell you about my adventure.

It was a boring day, essential for it's gray Novemberish sky and strong winds. Olaf, Loki, and I were on the dresser where She had decided to leave us before going out for church with her family. She didn't say anything about how long the service would be, but I somehow knew that She would be home at noon. Loki, Olaf and I had kind of formed an acquaintanceship since my last post. Olaf was even telling us about his experience with the other Olaf plushies in the Disney Store where he came from. I was trying hard to listen, but I found my eyes wandering to other parts of the room. I really liked the ceiling o' snowflakes.
"And I have six brothers! Did you know that? Six!"
"Hm, really?" I asked, feigning interest.
"Yeah! Let's see...there's Olaf Number One, Olaf Number Two, Olaf Number Three, Olaf Number Four, Tom, and me, Olaf Number Five!"
"Tom?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Tom's kind of a weird one. He really is. One time, he tried to-"
"Okay, I think that's enough, Olaf." I interrupted. I didn't want to be impolite, but I couldn't take much more of his backstory.
"But don't you want to hear about how Tom-"
"No, Olaf, not really." I said, a little too harshly.
"Oh, okay." The snowman looked disappointed. I suddenly felt guilty.
"I'm sure Tom is just as weird as you say he is," I said quickly. "But I'd like a little peace and quiet right now, how about that? Can you be quiet for a bit, Olaf? For me?"
Olaf shrugged. "I guess. How long do I have to be quiet, though?"

"Um...five minutes. That would be nice." I replied. I looked over at Loki to see if he agreed. He was looking over towards the door. He still wasn't talkative much, but I guess that was okay, because I'm not really all that much, either. He just seemed sad, that's all. She had given me snowflakes for my hair and Olaf a thread bracelet for his right arm-stick. Maybe he just felt a little left out.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Olaf was silently counting each second of each minute in his head, I knew that without a doubt. But at least he was doing it quietly, right?
But my quiet did not last long. All of a sudden there was a screechy beeping noise that made us all jump up in surprise. Olaf screamed. Loki covered his ears. My hands started to glow in warning.
"What is that?" I shouted over the annoying noise.
"A smoke alarm!" Loki yelled back. "There must be a fire in here!"
It all went downhill from there. Panic ensued. At least from Olaf's side.

"I'M GONNA MELT!" The terrified snowman yelled, flailing around on the dresser. Funny, most of the Olaf's I knew loved heat. The poor thing was afraid of it. I'm also pretty sure he doesn't know that he's a toy yet. Loki and I will melt in case of a fire, because we are plastic, but Olaf's stuffing will burn, leading him to his death.
"Calm down, Olaf!" I shouted at the snowman. He was hyperventilating And it sounded like he had asthma. Not a good sign. "You're not going to melt! See? I built a personal flurry over your head to protect you!"
I had most definitely not. My switch wasn't on. But anything that would keep Olaf calm was needed. Fortunately he believed me, and his breathing slowed down quickly.
"Huh," said Olaf, looking up at his invisible flurry. "Much better."
"You're welcome." I replied, eyes widening at the sight of smoke coming in from under the door. It smelled like burning meat.
"The turkey!" Loki cried, as if everything suddenly all made sense. "The humans are having Thanksgiving tonight! Their turkey must have caught fire in the oven!"
I gasped. "Oh no!"
"What do we do?" Olaf asked.
"Elsa!" said Loki.
"What?"

"You need to go downstairs and freeze the fire!"
I stood up in alarm. "What?!"
"You heard me! You need to go downstairs and freeze the fire so we all don't burn to death!"
I really wish he hadn't added that last part. "But...I can't! I don't know how!" I stared down fearfully at my blue hands. Could I freeze the fire and save us all? Was that even possible now?
"You need to try!" Loki yelled. "It's okay...I'll...I'll open the door and then I'll follow you!"
"Okay!" I screamed back. I watched the little elf-man jump from the dresser onto the doorknob, and grunting in a furious panic in trying to open it. I too, felt my breathing start to quicken. Not that it helped much. The air tasted thickly of turkey. Not a bad taste, but a heavy one.

Finally, Loki managed to twist the knob just right. It opened, and he fell expertly to the ground like a trained acrobatic. I jumped down after him with as much grace as I could muster, which was not a lot, considering the situation.
"Come on, Olaf!" I yelled behind my shoulder.
"Elsa! Help!" he squealed from the dresser.

"Come on, just jump!" Loki said, fanning away some of the smoke that was coming in through the open door.
"It's a long way down!"
"Jump, Olaf!" I repeated.
"You're made of stuffing! You'll be fine!" yelled Loki. I shot him a nervous glance and tried to mumble, "Olaf doesn't know he's a toy."
"What?" Olaf yelled, luckily for me. "I didn't hear you!"
"I built you a snow cushion!" I lied. "Just jump, you'll be fine!"
"Do you promise?"
"We promise." Loki said, stretching out each word.
"Um... okay," said Olaf, and he prepared to jump. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I groaned impatiently.
He jumped rather clumsily, but overall he seemed okay. Loki and I poked our heads out the door first to make sure there was no danger before The Cowardly Snowman left the room.

"The coast is clear," Loki determined. "Let's go."
"Okay. You lead the way." I couldn't believe that those smoke alarms were still going on in their attempt to call help. Whatever they were doing, it wasn't working.
Loki lead me to the staircase and we made our way down half of the stairs before Olaf showed up. He was hiding at the top behind a banister.

"Come on, Olaf." I waved a hand.
"Are you sure it's safe?"
"Yes! Now come. We need you."
"You need me?"
"Yes, we do. You're very important in our mission here."
I saw Loki roll his eyes.
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"First, follow us down the stairs." I replied, hoping to coax him to come with us.

(Loki and I on the stairs)
"Okay." The snowman tumbled all the way down.
"Now we enter the dining room." I explained.
"I better check to make sure everything is safe." Loki volunteered, stepping forward.
The two of us didn't speak as Loki climbed up skillfully onto a table, lain carefully with things called placemats and silverware. The smoke alarms beeped on and on.

"Loki!" I called after a while. "Are you okay?"
"Well..." I could tell there was bad news by the tone of his voice. "I'm sort of stuck."
"What? How?" Olaf asked.
"It's a long story," he sighed. "Well, not really. It's a short one. And a stupid one."
"Just tell us where you are, and we'll get you out." I promised.
"No, no, I'm fine," he replied quickly. "Go on without me. The kitchen is right around the corner, and the oven is in there."
"Are you sure that you don't want our help?" I asked.

"No, no. I'll be okay."
"But, Loki. What if I can't freeze the fire? What if the house burns down? You'll be stuck in wherever you are when it does."
Loki stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke."Elsa, I'm going to say something now, okay? It's very important, so listen well."
"Okay." I replied, forcing the tears in my eyes back to where they came from.
"Some people are worth melting for."
Behind me, Olaf nodded in agreement, the fear gone from his eyes. In it's place stood a strange emotion I had never seen before. Acceptance.
Some people are worth melting for.
The words remained planted in my brain. A swallowed the tearful lump in my throat. Loki would melt for us. For me and Olaf. he trusted me to save us. And even if I couldn't freeze the fire, we were people worth melting for.
"Yeah. But I'm not." I replied, gaining from spunk from who knows where. I ran down the remaining steps and into the kitchen. Foggy smoke poured out of the hot and angry oven. I stood back, shocked by the heat. Could I freeze all of this? I looked inside the window. Grease was bubbling out from the turkey pan into the oven floor, but so far, no fire. Which was the best news I had seen and heard all day. But since there was no fire, it also meant that there was nothing I could do.
"Wait, Elsa. Do you hear something?" Olaf asked, who I suddenly noticed was standing behind me.
A roaring sound. Not of water or fire, but of a garage door opening suddenly, perhaps to let in a car. She was coming home.
"Everybody, run!" I shouted. "Olaf, go back upstairs! I'll get Loki!"
"Okay!" he yelled, suddenly finding some courage in his little snowman soul.
I raced to the table and climbed up with a struggle, and a panic. She would know if we were out of our places. I just hoped Loki would be easy to save from his entrapment. Looking around wildly, the first thing I saw made me laugh.

Loki was trapped in a drinking glass.
"Um..." I held back a giggle.
"Elsa!" said Loki, suddenly noticing me. "Help! I'm stuck!"
"Oh, so now you suddenly want to live?" I joked, walking over to the glass.
"That would be nice." he replied in an equal tone.
I lifted him out and carried him up the stairs. We were too panicked to feel awkward, though we did later. A giant snow queen carrying a little elf-man up the stairs. I'm sure it was a sight to see.
Olaf was already on the dresser when we got back the the room. We quickly hopped up and got into our regular positions, hoping somehow that She would come in and save us from the turkey-flavored smoke.
She did. I knew She would. She even came in to check on us.

When we were situated in our spots, the door burst open and She ran in, coughing the air out of her lungs. She walked over to the window and opened them quickly, then turned around and flopped down onto her bed, then finished her cough somewhat breathlessly. Then She addressed us.
"Well," She panted. "The turkey is somewhat burned," Pant, pant. "But everyone's okay, and we'll still have Thanksgiving dinner."
Then She left the room. We were all speechless from our adventure, so we remained still and quiet until She returned. And She did return, giggling to herself and holding something tight in her pocket.
"I have something for you, my little elf-man," She said, then showed us a tiny green fluffy blanket, the thing she had been hiding. She laid Loki down on the blanket and made sure he was comfortable, then She left the room once again in girlish glee.

And then when She did leave, I saw Loki smile a little to himself.

***

A little while later She came back- but this time with treats. A tiny porcelain tea set, just a doll's size, with a larger cup (for herself) of ginger soda. She poured us each a teacup (Olaf had to drink out of the sugar bowl since there were only two teacups) and told us that this was our "Thanksgiving feast."

I sort of laughed a little to myself, noticing several problems with this. For one thing, dolls can't eat or drink, so the ginger soda was kind of wasted on us. And another thing, we didn't know what Thanksgiving was. We didn't know the meaning of the word.

Later, when She had left and we were are smelling our teacups of soda, Loki had taken the word "Thanksgiving" apart to "giving thanks."

"So," he explained. "We should give thanks for things. At least I think that's how the humans do it."

"I give thanks for a nice new home and good friends." I said, smiling, holding my teacup in the air in a toast of "giving thanks."

"I give thanks for our lives," said Olaf with a chuckle, taking a whiff of his ginger soda. "And that none of us melted in the fire."

I decided not to tell Olaf that there never was a fire. That would ruin our happy moment.
"Courage, too." I agreed, nodding in Olaf's direction.

"What is this stuff?" Loki asked, somewhat disgusted, finally looking down into his teacup.

"It's ginger soda," I explained. "Try it, you'll like it."

He sniffed the top rim of his teacup and drew back in surprise. "Not bad."

I laughed. "It's your turn, now, Loki," I said. "Olaf and I have already given thanks for something."

Loki took a deep breath in, smelling his ginger soda. "Hm, let's see..." he looked around the room, as if he needed to search for something to be thankful for, when in reality thankfulness was all around him. "I give thanks for everything."

"Everything?" Olaf asked.

"Everything," Loki replied, finally settling. "New beginnings, the chance to change, love."

"Hm." I nodded and sniffed my ginger soda. That was some pretty deep stuff for an elf-man of few words. I kind of liked it though.

A very thankful,

Queen Elsa

My New Home and Friends

She put me on her bed in her room, and I was in my box, with my hands tied together. It was the perfect way to say "Welcome Home." I'm sure She was a lovely person, but I felt less than welcome here. Perhaps if I could just get out of my box I'd feel better about all of this.

I struggled against my ropes. But they weren't ropes, were they? They were made of a strange kind of unfamiliar material, and it didn't feel like ropes or chains. I think I overheard someone say it was called a twisty tie. But what did it matter? I was still stuck. Maybe...just maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could break free. I knew what I was capable of. You see, I'm a little special. If you couldn't tell by the picture, I am a doll. A 2014 Queen Elsa of Arendelle doll, from Disney's Frozen. The movie's Elsa and I are alike in many ways, including our powers.

Not only can I create ice and snow at will, I also have magical blue hands that glow when I sing. There, now that I confessed, we can get on with my escape. Now the only problem with all of that was, (if there wasn't already enough) the only way I could get my powers to work is if I sing. And the only way to do that was to turn on my switch. My switch was located on the side of my back, and I knew that if I bumped against my box in just the right way, I could turn it on, and then I could sing, freeze the twisty tie,  and set myself free. So I took a deep breath, a determined look on my face. I was ready.

I thrust back and forth, left and right. Bump-bump, bump-bump. Nothing seemed to help. After a minute or so of useless struggle, I gave up, but not completely. I'm not one for giving up. What had She said before She left? I closed my eyes to try and recall.
"I'll be back soon, okay, Elsa? There's a little elf-man in here so you can socialize with him."
Hm, there was a little elf man in this room. So She had said. I had never seen a little elf-man before, and I didn't know if they were at all helpful, but I guess trying to gain his attention for help was better than nothing.
I cleared my throat. "Um, excuse me! Is anyone in here?"
No reply.
"I am Queen Elsa...of Arendelle! And I'm kind of stuck in this box here! So...if anyone is in here...maybe a little elf-man...it would be greatly appreciated if you were to come and help me out."
I stayed quiet for a moment, and the rest of the room did, too. I don't think She would lie to me, so the little elf-man, wherever he was, must not want to help me. I sighed.
"You require my assistance?" A voice asked out of nowhere. I quickly looked around the room, searching for anyone who might have said it. My eyes wandered over to the dusty dresser. On it stood what I think was the little elf-man. He had a stern face and appeared to be holding what looked to be a scepter or a staff, with a pointed edge on the top. A pointed edge that might be able to cut through my twisty-tie.

"Yes! I would like you to help me get free. You see, I'm new here, and She forgot to cut off my twisty-tie and take me out of this box." I explained quickly.
The little elf-man raised an eyebrow, but he didn't move any closer to me. Perhaps he didn't trust me quite yet. "So you want my help?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes please." I tried to lift my hands to show him my predicament. I could see in his eyes that he noticed.
The little elf-man looked down at his feet and looked like he was reading something off of the card he was standing on. I couldn't read what it said, but it made him sigh. "Alright."
I couldn't help but smile in relief. "Thank you so much."
The little elf-man didn't speak. I watched him walk off the edge of the dresser, then climb down to the floor using the drawer handles.

"Again, thank you so much," I said, trying to fill in the empty silence. "But I should probably introduce myself before you set me free. I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle."
"I know," he said, climbing up on the bed where I was. "And you can stop saying 'thank you.'"
I couldn't help but feel taken back. So far this little elf-man seemed less than thrilled to help me out. Perhaps he was like that one Kristoff doll at the store were I was, refusing to open up and show any compassion until someone would do that for him first. Maybe if I did that, he would, too. But I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just watched him as he came closer to my box.

"How do you think I could help?" he said finally, avoiding my gaze.
"Um..." I looked up. "I think it would be best to start with opening my box, if you please."
He walked over to the top of my box and I heard some rustling noises as he lifted each of the cardboard flaps.
"You're free." I heard him say. I was about to thank him again, but then I realized he didn't want me to. So I bit my tongue and tried to get out of my box, but then I realized that my hands were still tied together, which meant that unless the elf-man could cut me free, it would be nearly impossible to get out of my box. I caught the elf-man before he was about to go.
"One more favor, please?" I asked.
He turned around.
"My hands...they're tied together by this thing. If you wouldn't mind cutting it, then I could get out of my box. That's all I ask of you."
Something in the elf-man's eyes changed when I said that last part. I bit my tongue in order to refrain in saying anything else. I also bit my tongue in hope and worry.
The little elf-man didn't say anything, (no surprise) but at last he walked back over and crawled into my box. I awkwardly moved to the side so he could have some space to do his work. I cringed as he began to saw at my twisty-tie with the sharp side of his staff/scepter thing.

I tried not to look at how close he was cutting towards my wrists while also trying to think of something to say. I cursed myself for being bad at forced social interactions. So we both remained awkwardly quiet, except for the sound of a blade sawing through a twisty-tie.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, I heard a snapping noise. The twisty tie lay a defeated strand of metallic plastic on the floor of my box. I stretched out my fingers and wrists as the little elf-man walked out of my box. I climbed of after him, forgetting not to thank him.
"Thank you, little elf-man."
He gave me a strange look.
"What? What's wrong?" I looked at my hands and made sure I had everything. Well, I wasn't bleeding anywhere, and all ten fingers were accounted for. I hoped he hadn't yet noticed the strange blue glow coming from them.
"I am not a little elf-man." he replied simply.
"Oh? Then what are you? She said that you were."
The not little elf-man looked down at the blue and green striped bedsheets. "She gave me that nickname." He didn't exactly sound proud of that.
"What is your real name, then?"
He didn't answer for a while. I watched him as I left the bed and made his way back up to his spot on the dresser. It was kind of sad to watch him leave.

"I am Loki. Of Jotunheim."
"Oh," I replied, suddenly noticing the gold helmet on his head. Maybe that was the kind of crown they head where he came from. "Are you royalty, too?"
"Sort of." he shrugged.
I felt my eyebrows furrow. I wasn't sure how I felt about all of this yet. In fact, I was kind of unsure about mostly everything here. What was She like? Who else lived in this room? Would Loki ever say more than four words at a time? Life, I realized, was full of mystery. I stared down at my hands, glowing blue with confusion. At least there was one thing I was sure of. I bumped up against my box and felt my switch turn on.
"Hey," I said in an invitation. "Can I show you something?" 'Something that might possibly help to make you feel more welcome?' I wanted to add.
Loki didn't say anything, no surprise there, but for some reason I felt accepted of my plight.
"Okay," I replied, my voice shaking. I titled my head towards the ceiling. She had decorated her bedroom in such in a way so that it reminded me of winter. Blue walls and a whit ceiling with a number of multiple unique handmade paper snowflakes hung from aqua-colored thread. I bit my lip and held my hand up to the snowflakes as if I could fly up and touch them. I actually kind of wished I could. My hands glowed blue, and I started to sing.

"It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through! No right, no wrong, no rules for me! I'm free!!"
I glanced over at Loki to see what he thought. He was staring at me, and my freakishly blue glowing hands, as if I was crazy. He looked sort of... amused. I couldn't help but smile in embarrassment as he came back over to stand with me on the bed.

"Let it go! Let it go! I am one with the wind and sky! Let it go! Let it go! You'll never see me cry!"
I decided to stop there, for the sake of my sanity and Loki's. And I didn't want to lie to anyone quite yet, since tears do often threaten at my eyes and you never know what could happen here.
I took a deep breath to try to cool down my face, choosing to look at the ceiling instead of Loki, but out of the corner of my eye, and I saw him nod, and do something else so rare, I just had to savor it. He smiled.
I sat on my box taking breath after breath of air, hoping that I had done what was right in that moment, when we both heard something.  A laugh. Not a laugh of mock or amusement, but of just simple, pure happiness. It was so familiar, I couldn't help but look towards the area in which I heard it. And that area was right next to us on the bed, a pile of pillows heaped upon a cushy-looking white chair. (See picture above.)
"Did I hear my favorite song?" the voice that had laughed said.
"Olaf?" I squeaked, swallowing a lump in my throat.'
"Elsa?" a familiar-looking snowman peeked out behind a pillow on the chair.
"You know this person?" Loki asked, looking up at me in question.
I laughed slightly. "Not a person, really," When Olaf saw me, he laughed and jumped over to the bed. "He's kind of a snowman."
A look of surprise came over Loki's face.
It was a happy reunion. I hadn't seen anyone from my movie since the Disney store where I had come from. And all of the Olaf plushies was on the opposite side from me and all the other Elsa's.

The both of us couldn't stop smiling. Mine was a little bit more forced. Even though I was happy to see Olaf, I wasn't sure what kind of personality this one had. He seemed to like to smile a lot, at least. It was like a giant happy grin was permanently sewn onto his face. Well, it actually was, but you know what I mean.
"How are you, Olaf?" I held out my hand for a friendly shake. A handshake, and nothing more.
Olaf must have taken it as something else.

Yes, he hugged me.
It was more than just awkward. It was uncomfortable. Loki was standing on the sidelines, watching us. Olaf wouldn't let go of me, and I didn't know what else to do. I was kind of taken by surprise.
"Elsa, is it really you." I heard him say.
I will admit, my eyes got kind of wet, but I knew I had to pull away.
"Yes, it's me. So, how are you, Olaf?" I forced myself to say, repeating myself from before.
"You made me."
Okay, but that didn't exactly answer my question. I bit my tongue. What to say? I didn't make Olaf, he was made in a factory, probably in China. "Um, you're right! I did."
I heard Loki snort behind me. I would have appreciated his laughter if it hadn't been such a weird moment between me and Olaf.
"So, uh...Olaf, this is Loki. Of Jotunheim." I looked behind me for reassurance. He nodded. Olaf looked at Loki, his face unchanging. I wasn't sure if he knew what to make of him yet. In fact, I think the same went for both.
"And Loki, this is Olaf. I built him." I said, trying to hide the lie in the my eyes.
The both of them nodded. I felt worry surge within me. I couldn't keep this up much longer.
Luckily, I didn't have to. She suddenly burst into the room without warning, and we all dropped dead like flies. I could feel my heart pounding as I desperately tried to hide my glowing hands. I was out of my box. What would She think of that?
But She didn't say anything. She looked at me, smiled, and then picked me up with a hand. I tried not to fidget, but Olaf and Loki stood still as statues, just like they should. Maybe I just wasn't used to the attention yet. Though something in Loki's eyes had changed. I decided not to take notice.

She didn't say anything about me being out of my box, what a relief. She completely looked over Loki and Olaf and made a beeline for me. She picked me up and took me away somewhere. I felt somewhat nervous as I heard Loki and Olaf whisper what my possible fate as we left the room.
"I wonder where She is taking Elsa?" Olaf asked, talking from the side of his mouth,
Loki shook his head. So I wasn't alone, he wasn't quite comfortable around Olaf yet, either. He peeked behind the giant snowman to watch us leave. But he wasn't really watching me.
"Maybe She's taking her back to the store?" Olaf wondered.

I gulped and hoped it wasn't true, although I kind of knew it wasn't. The store I came from was in Florida, and if I recall, there was a long flight on some sort of airplane to her house. A little shred of hope appeared when She made a right turn into the bathroom, which was right by her bedroom. Hm, perhaps she was going to wash my hair? No, that didn't seem right. My hair was French braided all the way down, and so full of hairspray it would be nearly impossible to wash.
But then She started touching my braid, and I began to worry again. Maybe she would try to wash it. However, She instead set me down on the floor, on top of a white rug, So far, so good. She took these pin things from her cupped hand and told me they were "snowflake earrings" and also that she was going to put them in my braid for a little extra decoration.

I beamed happily. She was not so bad after all. And now I was getting a new look. She began laying them into looser parts of my braid, then closing them in the back. They were big silver snowflakes, so two of them would be enough. She pinned the both of them in, and then finished with a white hairband on the end of my braid to cover up the plainer, clear one.

(Above is a picture of me with my new look!)

When her back was turned, I admired my braid. I decided I kind of liked it, And She wasn't all that bad, either. I couldn't wait to show Loki and Olaf how I looked now. She picked me up again and took me back to the room. I know most humans think that I have a smile permanently on my face, (though when you leave us in a room for a while, you'll see that we can do more as dolls than you think) but this time I could feel a real, actual smile. It was kind of nice to smile genuinely.
She tossed me onto her bed and left the room once again to eat lunch.

"Hi." I whispered, aware how close She was to the room.
Now, I remember turning certain boy doll's heads at the Disney Store when I was still there, but one of the Anna's and I had laughed them off and ignored them. That Anna was with one of the Kristoff's, and I wasn't interested. But when Olaf and Loki's heads turned towards me and their mouths dropped open slightly, I felt myself blush a deep shade of crimson.
"Um..." I mumbled, feeling my braid and trying to find my voice. "She gave my hair a makeover."

"Wow." Olaf gasped.
Should I take that as a compliment? "Um...yeah. Thanks."
"She must really like you." said Loki somewhat sadly, looking over at the pillows on the bed instead of me.
"Yeah. You must be her favorite." said Olaf, only less sad and more amazed.
"Oh, don't feel too bad. She isn't trying to pick favorites. She just saw these snowflake earrings and thought that I could use them in my hair." I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping to cheer them up, because I knew for a fact who her favorite was.
"Yes, I suppose you're right," Loki sighed. "But we had better get back to our spots. I think I hear someone coming."
"Right," I replied. "Olaf, you should probably go back to the chair." I said quickly, as I felt the snowman hug me again. Loki climbed off the bed and onto the dresser. and I lay limp where She had put me before, a warm smile on my face. Sure, I was still getting used to things around here, but so far it seemed as if my new home (and friends) would be good to me.

Surprisingly Hopeful,

Queen Elsa