Elsa's ready to go and Anna's in her day clothes. She shrugs. "Don't have a costume." Elsa smiles.
"I'm sure I have a spare one..." She turns to her closet and begins rifling through clothes. She pulls out a Setesdalsbunad and it's not even that revealing but it's so obviously Norwegian and it's Elsa's.
She takes it, tentatively, and asks Elsa to make sure it's on right. Elsa's tummy nudges her back, and something zips through her veins, lighting them up. She isn't sure what to make of that.