Sitting just outside Anna's door, Elsa can't – won't – block out the sounds of her heartbroken sobs.
It's obvious she misjudged the situation; she'd expected a more subdued Anna, perhaps a slightly-sadder Anna.
But this... this doesn't stem from a crush, or simple affection. How could she have been so blind?
Swallowing, she makes her decision. Elsa stands and taps gently on the door, wincing at the sudden silence from within.
"Anna? May... may I come in?"
When Anna replies, it's so soft – so forlorn – that Elsa barely hears her.
"Please... don't."