[Look, Elsa's logic is usually better than this, and looking back on this conversation she might feel a little embarrassed at how she's reaching, but... in the moment, when that knot in her chest is clenching like a vice and all her insecurities are flaring up in a way that they haven't since her coronation... it's hard to get a grip on her thundercloud of thoughts.
Except... what he says makes her brows furrow, and she looks up from her worrying hands back to him.]
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Except... what he says makes her brows furrow, and she looks up from her worrying hands back to him.]
... What? You think she's serious?
[HAHA, GOOD ONE....]