“Mama! It’s like the floor of Elsa’s palace!”

Mo explored the ice. Poking, and prodding. Touching and testing her powers to be a part of the ice without breaking it.

But unlike that troubled older sister of story, who preferred the the isolation of the cold, Monica invited her sister to join her.

“Take my hand, Baby Lu.”

Life is so much easier, so much better, with a hand to hold.

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These pics are a little blurry because I definitely took them through a screened window. Too cold out there for this Mama.

Good thing I’ve got brave daughters.

Also, I’m not sure how long Lucia will be “Baby Lu” to her older sister, but it still makes me smile.