She kicked up her legs and lightly hopped the gap between the edge of the dome and the hammock, setting it swinging some when she landed in it and nearly rolled onto Elsa.

"That was more French than I know, anyway. What do you something something. Want. Oh, 'what do you want me to say'?" she said, which was less to do with what she remembered of her limited French and more to do with educated guesswork. "It is nice up here. That's not the answer, that's just- because it is."

Because it was. The ice palace beneath and around them, and the sky right above, all in shades of blue. The sun was warm, but there was enough ice about them that it offset that, too, in just the right way. And Elsa there to enjoy it with her. To make it possible, in fact.