Anna's off rifling through the linen closet when Elsa corners Bulda. She has questions the stout woman can help with.
"Hey, Bulda..." Elsa begins. "I was just wondering something... Erm, why did you... look at Anna when you spoke of remembering...?"
Bulda frowns. Not an emotional one. A thinking one. "Why don't you ask Anna?"
At that, Elsa gives a little shrug. "I don't want to pry and upset her."
"Oh, I don't think it's possible for you to make Anna sad," Bulda says, smiling. "I think you make her too happy to be sad."