When the company stopped that night, the last night they would spend before reaching the city of Weselton, Heins was struck by how much better Anna seemed. She talked with more gusto, her eyes had regained some of the spark they had been missing, and her laugh rang out, clear and true. Kristoff seemed to notice as well, and he and Heins spent a good chunk of the night speculating on what on earth Elsa could have said to improve Anna's mood so much. Eventually, they parted, with a promise from Heins to ask Elsa and tell Kristoff the next day.
He fulfilled the promise as they readied for bed. "So, Elsa," Heins said conversationally as he disrobed. "Anna seemed really chipper today."
"She did, didn't she?" Elsa beamed. "It felt like she was back, at least for today."
"What did you guys talk about to cheer her up so much?"
Elsa grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, don't worry about it."
Heins paused and raised his eyebrows at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Elsa giggled, hiding her mouth with her hand. "It's nothing."
Heins was already curious, but this was getting to be like an itch he needed to scratch. "Are you afraid she'll be mad if you tell me what you talked about?" She shook her head, still hiding her mouth, but Heins could see a smile in her eyes. "Come on, Elsa, if it made her feel that much better shouldn't I know what it was? Maybe I can help too?"
Elsa's eyes widened. She dropped her hand and leaned forward. "Will you finally tell me about what happened?" she asked in a breathless whisper, her eyes bright.
This was unexpected, and it took a moment for Heins to say, "What are you talking about?"
"I told her about the thing with the noodles-"
"YOU WHAT?"