Anna walked inside, looking around the front hall. She peaked into the kitchen, then checked the living room.
"Elsa?" she called out.
"I'm upstairs!"
The door to Elsa's room was slightly ajar, and Anna went in with a slight warning knock.
Elsa was standing at the window staring outside at nothing in particular.
"What's up?" Anna asked.
"I don't know," Elsa sighed.
"Why not take a nap?"
"I'm not really tired, to be honest."
"Maybe it's burnout? You have been doing a lot lately."
"You're probably right," Elsa admitted.
"If you're not tired, how about we go out for dinner?"