“Tell me about her,” Anna said. “An Italian breeder brought her here about six months ago,” Elsa began. “He owned a small stable and I believe he came wanting to find new stock here and had brought a few of his own to trade and sell. I was out in the city meeting with a diplomat and she caught my eye.” That was the general gist of the story, with some details omitted. She had been out in the city at the time and had felt harried between unavoidable diplomatic meetings and numerous wedding details. As Elsa had been stepping out of her carriage, she’d glimpsed a brilliant flash that had stopped her heart. It’d been exactly the right shade of copper in the right light. Elsa had promptly forgotten her scheduled meeting to search the crowded square to find it, leaving her guards to scramble after her. The Italian breeder had told her details about the mare, how well-suited its gait was to rocky hills, its sweet temperament and endurance, but that it already had a buyer who’d paid for it. Elsa had known the instant she’d seen it that she wanted it, and had practically bullied the man into selling it to her. She’d wanted it so badly that she hadn’t quibbled over the extortionate price he’d named. Elsa still wasn’t sure what she’d do with the mare, but she was more than happy to leave it for Anna. O’Brien hadn’t mentioned the mare to her, so Elsa assumed it was a sound horse. “She’s beautiful,” Anna said with a smile, stroking the mare’s neck. “Well, she’s yours,” Elsa said, relieved that Anna approved of it. She didn’t know what she’d have done if Anna didn’t like it. “Do you want to take her for our ride?” “I do, but I think you should take her,” Anna said. Elsa started. She had not expected that. “Me? No, she’s meant for you.” “Oh, come on, Elsa,” Anna said. “Look at her. She clearly loves you.” The queen glanced at the mare, which didn’t look particularly lovestruck. “Horses don’t like me. You know that.” It was true; they really didn’t and that was partly why Elsa avoided them. Most seemed to sense her powers, even when she had the ice under control, and shied away from her touch. Her old pony had largely been able to tolerate her, but just barely—hence the biting. It’d only gotten worse as she’d aged, probably because her powers also grew with her. “If you’re thinking about that old pony of yours, you know that thing was just cranky,” Anna guessed correctly. “You said it was bored.” “Mostly just cranky, though. I think he might have been a little sick,” Anna said thoughtfully. “He did die a while ago, didn’t he? Well, anyway, Uncle Alexander should have just gotten you a different pony. That one scarred you for life and I’m not going to let you miss out on riding just because of that.” Elsa sighed. Anna was trying to get her interested in horses and riding again. “You know very well that horses don’t like me.” And I don’t like them either, was implied. “This one does. Have you even ridden her?”
“Tell me about her,” Anna said.<br><br> <br><br>“An Italian breeder brought her here about six months ago,” Elsa began. “He owned a small stable and I believe he came wanting to find new stock here and had brought a few of his own to trade and sell. I was out in the city meeting with a diplomat and she caught my eye.” That was the general gist of the story, with some details omitted. She had been out in the city at the time and had felt harried between unavoidable diplomatic meetings and numerous wedding details. As Elsa had been stepping out of her carriage, she’d glimpsed a brilliant flash that had stopped her heart. It’d been exactly the right shade of copper in the right light. Elsa had promptly forgotten her scheduled meeting to search the crowded square to find it, leaving her guards to scramble after her. <br><br> <br><br>The Italian breeder had told her details about the mare, how well-suited its gait was to rocky hills, its sweet temperament and endurance, but that it already had a buyer who’d paid for it. Elsa had known the instant she’d seen it that she wanted it, and had practically bullied the man into selling it to her. She’d wanted it so badly that she hadn’t quibbled over the extortionate price he’d named.<br><br> <br><br>Elsa still wasn’t sure what she’d do with the mare, but she was more than happy to leave it for Anna. O’Brien hadn’t mentioned the mare to her, so Elsa assumed it was a sound horse.<br><br> <br><br>“She’s beautiful,” Anna said with a smile, stroking the mare’s neck.<br><br> <br><br>“Well, she’s yours,” Elsa said, relieved that Anna approved of it. She didn’t know what she’d have done if Anna didn’t like it. “Do you want to take her for our ride?”<br><br> <br><br>“I do, but I think you should take her,” Anna said.<br><br> <br><br>Elsa started. She had not expected that. “Me? No, she’s meant for you.”<br><br> <br><br>“Oh, come on, Elsa,” Anna said. “Look at her. She clearly loves you.”<br><br> <br><br>女王瞥了一眼馬,這看起來並不特別癡情。“馬不喜歡我。你知道,“這是真的。他們真的沒有,那是部分原因,艾爾莎避免它們。大多數似乎感覺到了她的力量,甚至當她控制住了冰,而迴避她聯繫了。她的老小馬大多已經能夠容忍她,但只是勉強,因此咬。因為她年齡,也許是因為她的力量也增加了她那會只有變得更糟。<br><br> <br><br>“如果你對你的舊思維小馬,你知道那個東西只是胡思亂想,”安娜猜中。<br><br> <br><br>“你說這很無聊。”<br><br> <br><br>“大多只是胡思亂想,雖然。我想他可能已經有些不舒服,“安娜若有所思地說。“他做了前段時間死,不是嗎?算了,反正亞歷山大叔叔應該剛剛得到你一個不同的小馬。這一個傷痕累累,你的生活,我不會讓你騎的只是因為錯過了。“ <br><br> <br><br>艾爾莎嘆了口氣。安娜試圖讓她感興趣的馬和騎馬再次。“你很清楚,伯樂不喜歡我。”我不喜歡他們要么,被暗示。<br><br> <br><br>“這個人做。你甚至騎她嗎?“
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