This was an older commission where I was asked to do an illustration for the following little drabble:
“You say all those nobles would fight for my hand, but you’re wrong. They wouldn’t be fighting for me. None of them wants me. They want the princess. None of them want just Anna. None of them would carry me down a mountain, or run across the fjord, or, or sing stupid songs to me or hold me the way you do or make me feel the way you do. I love you,” she said fiercely.