Elsa’s POV
A soft knock sounded at my door just as I was brushing my hair.
I turned toward it, half expecting it to be one of the maids, but when I opened the door, I froze.
“Lila,” I breathed, surprised by how natural her presence already felt here.
She smiled, her dark hair neatly braided, wearing a clean pale-blue dress that suited her so well it almost made me tear up. “Good morning, Luna,” she teased lightly, though her voice trembled a little with emotion.
I laughed quietly and pulled her into a hug. “Don’t start with that,” I said. “You’re my sister, remember?”
She hugged me back tightly. “Then good morning, sister.”
Her warmth eased something heavy in my chest. I stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. My chamber was large and bright, sunlight spilling across the pale
