[He may not make the connection immediately, but Elsa knows she can't beat around the bush forever. If she tries to be vague, she knows she'll just keep being vague, and she'll be wasting Marco's time and just feel even more terrible than she already does. So with a deep breath, and wrapping her hands tight around her warm mug to cling to some sort of comfort... she speaks.]

You... um. At the reception after the wedding. You asked me some things. [Her voice isn't.... shaking, exactly, but it definitely cracks a couple of times.] And I wasn't being entirely truthful. Or... I was? I don't think I fully understood it myself. But, um. Now, after I thought about it for some time...


[JUST SAY IT, SAY IT SO YOU CAN GET IT OUT ONCE AND LOCK IT UP TIGHT]

I think.... I think I might have feelings for Lup?