"Elsa?" - The knock came once again, still humming and boisterous from the euphoria Anna felt over the poem Elsa had left her a week before.

"I've been wondering, what kind of prince would you marry, later? Would he be charming, witty, and suave? Would you go for someone with rugged looks or someone handsome with sharp features?" Anna chattered on about all the different kinds of prince she had read about or seen in portraits, and what she herself would be looking for, while on the other side of the door, Elsa sat suddenly deep in thought.

Elsa did not know what she wanted in a man – she did not even know if she would ever be able to control her powers well enough to marry, and so she sat – stock still, thinking about it.

Had she met many men in her lifetime? Apart from Father and some of the male servants (all of whom were far too old for her tastes), she had never actually seen a man she could call handsome. And if she wanted to spend time with anyone, in the here and the now, only Anna came to mind.

She hadn't seen her sister in so long, hadn't played with her or spoken to her – REALLY spoken to her for so many months, years even if she let herself think about it, that her desire to spend time with her very real and present sister rather than a mythical and possibly fake prince she might someday meet in the future.

Then again, why would she need a man anyway? She didn't believe that her personal curse could be so easily broken through "true loves kiss" as the ones in fairytales were.

'Yes,' she thought 'I don't need a man'…

On the other side of the door, Anna went on.

"Someone who's available, who's there for me when I need him, a little shy and bumbling – not perfect, never perfect because then I would feel like I didn't deserve him because I'm clumsy, you know? Anyhow, that was just a thought. I will let you get back to whatever you were doing Elsa – maybe you can answer my question some other time?"

Elsa smiled, thinking she had all the time in the world.

Anna went back to her room – to draw the face of the handsome prince she was sure to marry in the future. She didn't expect an answer about Elsa's taste in men just yet – the question was out there now, and maybe she would get an answer tomorrow, maybe she would get the answer in ten years. Either way, she trusted Elsa – Elsa would have good taste in men.