loverofwarmhugs:

_{At her response his imagination was starting to get the best of him expanding to places were other’s didn’t usually. Admittedly it was also the best part of him. It gave him a sense of individuality amongst the qualities his maker had bestowed upon him. Olaf giggled softly and splayed his hands out before him as he spoke animatedly.}

_{“They can? Ooh even better! Sooo, in that case, can I have armor like the guards have and a cape like yours but a snowflake on it and a little sword! Do you think I’ll be as gallant as the knights in the stories?”}

_{Just with careful observation you could tell Olaf was imagining something. Getting a very vivid picture in his mind. She wished she could see it. It must’ve been amazing. The way he moved so enthusiastically she was certain he’d come up with wonderful ideas and her gaze remained very affectionate. If she could help him be anything she would. Elsa may have created Olaf but he deserved the right to do as he liked.}

_{The snap of her fingers brings his descriptions to life. The cape weaving itself into existence with a large snowflake emblem on the back ( a perfect choice, if she did say so herself ). The armor came next, though she only created a chassis. The rest wouldn’t do him much good. It hung a little loosely around him. Finally the sword she made resembled a rapier more than what the guards had. But it fit him better. She pointed at the ground, drawing her finger up and as she did the sword froze long and thin from the spot she’d gestured to on the ground.}

_{“You’re already much more gallant than those knights.”}