[Her hands are folded in her lap until he's finished pouring his own cup of tea, and then she carefully reaches out to take hers. She's not feeling especially anxious - not more so than usual, anyway - so there's fortunately no coating of ice forming on the surface of the liquid, or where her hands are touching the cup, so that's at least something to be happy about.]
[Spam]
Arendelle. And you?