Slowly, Elsa moves closer. She's hesitant – that much is obvious. But still she wraps her arms around Anna, pressing close, and Anna breathes a sigh of relief.
Words would have broken – ruined the peace they have, so Anna doesn't say a word. She just nudges her head a little closer, closing her eyes and remaining silent, hoping Elsa understands.
Maybe she does, because she murmurs words dredged up from a long-ago memory – "I got you. I got you, Anna" – and that's all Anna's ever really wanted anyway.
Someone who cares... and someone who wants her.