She's watching some daytime film when Anna stumbles out. All things considered, she looks pretty good, actually. She doesn't head towards the kitchen; instead she plops on the floor and rests her head on Elsa's couch.
"Cool..." she murmurs, and Elsa smiles.
"How're you feeling?" she asks softly. Anna shrugs before tapping her head.
"Here? Not bad." Her hand moves to sit atop her chest. "Here? Still stings a little..."
But then, she stands up. "Anyway." She brushes off the conversation as she heads towards the kitchen, and doesn't give Elsa a chance to comment.