Elsa had run.
Anna had grabbed her glove, confronted her, yelled - and her sister had loosed a spiked barrier of ice, seizing everyone's shocked hesitation to flee from the ballroom and the city all together.
So, Anna was doing the adult thing, and getting ready to go after her sister. She'd called for Kai to ready her horse - after dealing with the beady-eyed Duke of Weselton, and his screechy complaints about falling on Elsa's...ice - and was about ready to mount her steed when Hans grabbed her arm, a concerned look on his face.
"Anna, I'm coming with you. As your fiance, I can't let you go after Queen Elsa all by yourself," he stated, his own fjord horse saddled and ready to go. "We can gather a group of guards, and then-"
"Guards?! Hans...Elsa's my sister, she'd never hurt me. She's not dangerous, just scared," Anna replied, defending her sister's actions - even if she didn't quite understand them. Elsa was her sister, she couldn't really be a...a witch or whatever people were thinking she was!
Hans sighed, not releasing his grip on her arm. "Alright...No guards, but I'm still coming with you, Anna."
"But, if I'm gone, and you're gone - who's going to watch over Arendelle?"
"We can set up an emergency council; the remaining nobles can take care of things here for a day or two, don't you think?"
Anna nodded, turning to Kai for a moment. "Could you - wait here? With the horses?"
"Of course, your Royal Highness," Kai said in an unwavering tone, inclining his head before taking hold of both animals' reins.
"You gather the other nobles together, I'm going to get us some warmer clothes and supplies," Anna continued, giving her fiance a confident smile before slipping out of his hold, and hurrying off to get help from some of the castle staff to collect what they would need up in the mountains.
It wasn't too long later, with Arendelle in the hands of carefully selected noblemen and packs set up on the backs of their horses, that Princess Anna and Prince Hans raced off toward the looming mountains of Arendelle. Plowing through the growing blanket of snow, the pushed onward, following the unnatural chill that seemed to flow from the North Mountain.