Elsa knew this day was going to happen at some point.
It was like when your parents always talked about the day you'd have to tidy your room for yourself, and you laughed it off until one day you were left with a messy room and parents that weren't there to tidy and-
Ouch. Today was not the best time to bring up your parents, Elsa.
Anyway, Elsa took a deep breath.
It was like that.
She'd heard her parents (and later, servants) talking about this day, and she knew it was coming, but she still wasn't prepared when it actually happened. I mean, she'd been kind of busy and all with the whole accidentally freezing a kingdom, running away, hurting Anna, almost getting crushed by a chandelier, getting locked up, escaping, almost getting killed, getting saved by Anna who then froze, crying, and then everything turning out weirdly okay thing.
It had kind of pushed everything else out of the question.
And then, in the weeks following that, Elsa had spent most of it just enjoying being with her baby sister. Despite what most people thought, Elsa was way more energetic and excited than Anna in the first few weeks, waking Anna up every morning by dumping snow on her and demanding they build a snowman right now.
Anna often didn't appreciate it, but then Elsa would remind her of how many times growing up that Anna had asked her but Elsa couldn't because she was just protecting Anna and so she grew up in complete isolation without any friends and the guilt trip would make Anna oblige.
They decided to keep these particular snowmen not alive, since one Olaf was hard enough to keep track of.
Ugh.
Elsa's mind was wandering again, it always does that when it's nervous.
At least she doesn't say her thoughts out loud, like Anna.
Anyway, where was she?
Oh, right, the day was here.
The day she's been dreading for her entire life.
It was the day Elsa had to choose a husband.