Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry! I’m covered in dirt and sweat and I probably just ruined that outfit—” Elsa laughed and hugged her again. “No, it’s fine. I’m sure I have more of these. You’re not that bad.” Anna grinned again and gave her breeches a few cursory pats to dislodge at least some of the dust. “Did you just get here?” “I was watching you for a bit,” Elsa admitted. “We arrived just an hour ago and I knew you’d be here. You ride so well; I think you’ve gotten even better since I saw last. I’m a little envious.” She laughed, her chest swelling with pride. “It runs in the family.” “I think you ride better than Kristoff. Or anybody else.” She turned to Dusk before Anna could answer. “Is this the horse you mentioned in your letter? Dusk, the gray Andalusian, was it?” “Oh, yeah, he’s the one.” Anna rubbed her palm against his cheek vigorously, knowing he liked that. He leaned his head toward her, enjoying the attention. “Well. It’s hard to imagine this is the same one you talked about. He didn’t allow anyone near him before, right?” Anna smiled. “I’ve been working with him for a while. He’s just a big baby now and I’m probably rotting his teeth out with all the sugar cubes I need to bribe him with.” “May I?” Anna nodded. Elsa extended a hand. Dusk blew into it, then turned away with a snort. “Oh, don’t worry, he does that to everybody,” Anna said, unsurprised. “He’ll warm up to you in a few days.” Elsa gave her a rueful smile. “It’s all right.” Suddenly, she looked uncomfortable, her gloved hands wringing themselves. “I’m… I wanted to ask you about… well. First, ah, how are you?” “I’m fine, as you can probably see,” she replied, then glanced down at her attire. “A bit dirty, too. I’m really sorry about that dress.”