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But of course Elisabeth was beautiful. She had so much of Elsa in her–and Hans, too. She had her mother’s nose, her thin frame and regal stance. She had her father’s hair, his lips and eyes–and of course, she had the grace and poise of both her parents. It baffled Hans that Elisabeth would still compare herself to Amelia, as she had done as a child. Perhaps Elisabeth did not *sparkle* as her sister did, but was that really so important that she could not see her own beauty?

Hans told his daughter all of these things. He sat her upright and made her look in the mirror, then praised all the things that made Elisabeth lovely. Her freckles. Her eyes. Her smile. Hans placed a kiss to her cheek and steadying hand to her shoulder, then said, “When we go to the Southern Isles, just you and me and Mama… You’ll be the most beautiful creature within a thousand miles. *No one* will overlook you. You’ll be the center of attention, the jewel of every ball. I promise.”

Elisabeth closed her eyes and relished in her father’s words. God knows how much she loves hearing such words from anyone and everyone. It felt GOOD. Her beauty was one of the few things she had next to her intelligence. She was blessed with her mother and father’s beauty.  

( although, there was a question if she was
                blessed with her mother’s heart )

Slowly, she turned towards her father and smiled at him. ❝I’m excited.❞

It felt strange to say that, but it was true. She was excited. While she would still have her baby sibling to contest with, at least, for the next few months, she has her parents to herself. She has the court’s attention all to herself. She would not have to worry about anyone taking that away from her.

❝I’m excited to go back to the Isles. I’ve always loved it there.❞