Elsa doesn't speak. Not yet. Her eyes flicker over Anna, resting on the bags under her eyes, the slump in her shoulders. She seems smaller, thinner, and Elsa realises that as she's pulled away, tried to deal and come to terms with her grief... she's left Anna with hers.
Anna hasn't cried, or said anything. She's put on a brave face and acted strong, but that's not what either of them need. It's not going to help them get through this.
So Elsa steps forward, and opens her arms.
"I need a hug..."