Anna calls in sick for work the next day. They have a lot to talk about.
Finally, though, they do. They are. Anna shares her fears, her failings. Her desire to be stronger, better.
Elsa shares her grief, her despair. Her desire for them.
"You pulled away," she says eventually, somewhere after the third cup of hot chocolate. They're curled together on the sofa. Anna's textbooks are still on the coffee table. "You pulled away and I didn't know how to get you back."
"I thought you needed space..."
"No." Elsa shakes her head. "I needed you."