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Mulan shivers and burrows her face deeper into the fur stole around her neck. It smells like ice and sugar and soap—like Elsa.
“Are you cold?” Elsa glances over, steps faltering in the snow. “We can go inside.”
“No,” Mulan says, voice halting a bit over the foreign tongue she’s trying to master when in Arendelle. “I’m fine, thank you.”
They continue walking, Elsa’s hand tucked gently in the crook of Mulan’s arm. You’re being silly, Mulan chides herself. You saved China. You defeated Shan Yu. And now you’ve lost the courage to give a lovely woman a kiss.
“Mulan,” Elsa says. “I’ve had trouble being brave in my life, even when my sister helped me. Sometimes I still worry about everything.” Mulan’s Mandarin comes so easy to her; it makes Mulan a bit jealous. But before Mulan can say anything, Elsa pauses, the snow falling around them in soft flakes. “But now I’m being brave,” she says, and smiles before she leans in to press a soft kiss to Mulan’s lips.
Mulan closes her eyes, letting the warmth of Elsa’s closeness take over. “Now you’re brave enough for the both of us,” she teases, and takes Elsa’s hand.