"The past is in the past! Let it go, let it-"
"Cut!" Elson interrupted, shaking his head.
Elsa, who had been about to take down her hair, looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong, Snowflake?" she asked curiously.
"You didn't take off your crown," he explained patiently.
Elsa raised an eyebrow. "You want me to take it off? Alright then." She reached up, carefully lifted the crown-which happened to be Anna's-off of her head, then created a pillar of snow and gently set the crown on top of it.
"No, no, no," Elson told her, shaking his head again. "You're supposed to throw the crown to the side."
A look akin to horror came over Elsa's face. "I'm sorry, I'm confused. You want me to throw this very expensive, very delicate crown? May I put emphasis on the 'expensive' part?" She raised an eyebrow, and Elson knew she was trying to make a point.
"She has a point, El," said Kristina, who had just entered the room moments before after checking on how the work on the costumes were coming. "Do you want to be the one to face Mama when she finds out that you decided that throwing her crown was a good idea? I have a feeling that the money for any repairs that have to be made is coming from your pocket."
Elson paled. "Oh, right. I guess I didn't think about that."
"That's nothing unusual for you," Kristina scoffed, rolling her eyes. Elson shot a snowball at her face.
"You could just let me use a fake crown that won't break as easily," Elsa suggested. "And if it does, it won't matter as much."
"Yeah, but then it doesn't look real enough," Kristina pointed out.
Elson sighed and facepalmed. "You know what, Auntie? Just forget throwing the crown altogether, and leave it on your head instead. You can take it off when you finish the scene and walk off the stage."
Elsa smiled. "That's what I wanted to hear. Now, shall I begin the scene again?"
"Sure," Elson replied with a nod. "Action!"