Anna was always blunt and it was to the point that Elsa dropped her fork against her plate and placed her hand over her face in embarrassment. Sometimes her bluntness was annoying and wasn’t exactly fit for royalty. It was probably because she lacked so much outside contact that she just… speaks without thinking. Elsa’s blue eyes flickered open behind her hand as she looked through her parted fingers at her sister. The royal life didn’t really fit the outspoken social butterfly that was her sister; it only makes sense that she didn’t marry someone in another royal family. Kristoff really was perfect for her… lucky Anna…

Elsa’s hand on her knife began to tingle, ice creeping up the handle from her fingers due to her feeling of jealousy. A sigh moved through her as she realized it happened and her hand quickly moved from her face to her other hand, reverting the magic back into her hand and back to eating much like the delicate figure that she was. Her eyes stayed on him as he talked, dropping only to insure that she was cutting and scooping up the proper things into the fork and bringing them to her mouth. Nodding soft to Sadon, she listened close to him as he spoke, he spoke with knowledge and knew that he didn’t want to make any promises that he couldn’t keep and that curled a smile across her full lips as she swallowed another piece of food. This meant that she could trust him to complete any tasks he would choose to undertake.

When he finished speaking, she turned and looked over her shoulder. With a gentle wave, one of the staff members came over and leaned down. Giving the staff a gentle whisper the woman nodded and hurried off, “Anna, I think I saw the chiefs bring out those chocolate truffles you love. Would you grab me a few?”

“Okay!” Anna said and was to her feet before she realized she was being rude, the redhead smiled at Sadon. “Do you want some? Of course you do! Everyone loves chocolate, I’ll bring you some!” With that, she toddled off.

In the actions of Anna’s actions, the staff member had returned with a small notebook with about 100 pages in it. “Thank you,” Elsa said as she took the notebook from staff member and replied to the bow with a gentle nod of her head and a grateful smile. Her attention moved back to Sadon, her blue eyes landed on him with a gentle grace that seemed to match almost everything she did. She placed her knife down and, with two hands, held out the notebook. “There are the details of the projects to be done around town. Some are more extensive than others but in a general sense, there are about 10 of them in total. I wouldn’t dare ask you to do them all, I know our local blacksmith would be capable a few of the projects but certainly not all of them. I wouldn’t dare ask you to do them all but the things you could do, I assure you you’ll be paid well.”