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Anna woke up. She had had another of those dreams, the ones where she was surrounded by trolls, magical trolls and lights and visions. She was never quite sure where she was, but she knew better than to ask. The one time she had told her mother about the dream, she had quickly changed the subject and asked her about her schoolwork. So she kept the dreams to herself. Sometimes, if nobody was around, she would tell the paintings in the gallery about her dreams.
This morning it was very quiet, and she looked out the window and saw a few flakes float past.
She jumped up and ran over to the window.
“Snow!” she shouted, and got herself dressed and bundled up, running out the door.
She ran down the hall, stopping at Elsa’s door, but then thought better of it, and ran on to the stairs. She was about to hop on the banister, when she realized she wasn’t alone.
“Anna?” her mother asked sternly.
“Sorry, Mama, I wasn’t going to…”
Her mother gave a smirk.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” she asked.
“It’s the first snow!” Anna exclaimed. “It’s sticking on the ground, too!”
“Is anyone coming with you?” her mother asked.
“No, of course not,” Anna replied, immediately regretting it when she saw her mother’s reaction.
“If you can wait for me to get my coat, I’ll come with you,” her mother said.
“Really, Mama?” Anna squealed.
“Yes. Wait right here, and please, don’t do anything foolish on the stairs!”