Because @pureanonofficial dug up some information on the family crests and we realized that Sitron has wheat embroidered on his breastplate.
“Oh, wow!” Anna’s fingers traced over the wheat embroidered on the leather. “This is beautiful work -- it’s practically good enough to eat.” She winced. “I mean, not to eat, people don’t eat wheat - not without making flour, I guess.”
Hans was grinning, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’ll let the craftsman know the Crown Princess of Arendelle approves of his work.”
“Oh, yes, please and thank you.” She handed the leather strap back to Hans, who hung it beside the rest of Sitron’s tack. “So is your family crest wheat, then?” She winced again. “I mean, partially wheat -- I doubt it’s just a wheat field. Though if it was that’d be good too!” A proper princess would know the crests of the royal families in neighboring kingdoms, but Anna had never been proper. She leaned halfway over the stall door to stroke the nose of the horse in question, who blew against her hand gently. In the next stall, Kjekk let out a snort of jealousy. “I still love you, Kjekk!”
The answering grumble was nearly audible. Hans laughed and leaned against the stall door beside her, letting Kjekk nose at his fingers. “Kjekk?”
“Well, he is.” Anna stuck her tongue out and resisted the urge to cross her arms petulantly. “He’s the handsomest horse in Arendelle.”
“Oh, no doubt,” Hans cooed, more to the horse than Anna, and scratched the spot on Kjekk’s neck that made him melt. “Though he’s got competition now.” He grinned at Sitron, and Anna gasped in mock-affront, ready to defend her horse’s honor, before Hans cut across, “To answer your question -- no, my family crest is not wheat. But yours is.”
Anna narrowed her eyes. “Very smooth, Mister of-the-Southern-Isles, but you only just met me and you did not commission this this afternoon.”
“You’re right,” he admitted, as Kjekk nosed hopefully at his pockets for treats. Hans managed to dodge and keep the horse’s nose from the pristine white fabric of his suit. “Et tu, Kjekk? -- I was coming to the coronation of the Queen of Arendelle. It seemed appropriate to make the situation about Arendelle, not the Southern Isles.”
It made, Anna had to admit, a good amount of sense. Sitron huffed thoughtfully beside her until she resumed scratching behind his ear.
“Maybe when my brother is crowned, you can bring Kjekk,” Hans suggested, his voice faux-casual but his focus entirely on Anna, “and wear my family crest.”
Anna tried to hide her blush behind Sitron, who helpfully nosed at her shoulder.
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