Anna freezes for a second. Elsa's fingers tighten around hers, and she feels compelled to say something.
"Well, it's not like I could bring Olaf."
She winces not a second later.
It's too late to backtrack, and she feels Elsa shift, curious eyes searching her. The light shining in through the window is just bright enough to illuminate their faces.
"Who... who is Olaf? One of your friends? I'm sure Bulda wouldn't have minded an extra mouth. "
Elsa's smiling; there's nothing can prepare her for the sight tears, running down Anna's cheek.