They – Elsa – hasn't. She doesn't look at Anna when she shakes her head.
"Not yet. Do you have any recommendations?"
Her hands rest comfortably on her tummy, and Anna feels like she doesn't belong. Elsa's on top of this.
But Elsa looks at her and smiles. "One that doesn't discriminate? If you're willing to help, Anna, of course. I want you to be there for practise, and the real thing."
She erupts in a blush and looks away, and Anna can feel her own cheeks heat up.
Elsa wants her there. She does belong.