[Elsa may not be all that good with people, even after a year of open gates in Arendelle and a few months here in Ryslig, but she knows anxiety extremely well. So when Lorna lets out that panicked little laugh, a look that mirrors that panic crosses Elsa's face, and she's quick to shake her head, already stuttering out an apology.]

O-Oh, it's nothing bad, I promise! I'm sorry if I worried you. I just... I want to surprise Anna, and I need your help.


[Good job, Elsa! You know how much any version of "I need to talk to you" can punch you straight in the chest. Do you really want to give your friend a heart attack like that???]

That... that sounds nice.