Gripping the side of the hammock, Elsa grins, easing carefully back to lie down. It's surprisingly comfortable, even this high up. After she gets used to it, even the swaying is pleasant, like being rocked as a baby, though she more remembers watching her mother rock Anna's crib instead.

"Teamwork," she says, beckoning for Jessica to join her. She wishes she'd had this up on the North Mountain. Even for her, sleeping on ice and snow isn't the most comfortable thing to do. Not that she'd slept much during those couple days. She'd been too nervous still, too alert to relax completely. This is much nicer, relaxation easy to come by in such good company. "The softest thing I can make is snow. I like this better."