Elsa closes her eyes, holding tight to those words. Hearing something like that, she knows she's somewhere she should be, too, and it's a heady feeling. "Me too." It's not just that, it's everything else Jessica says, that idea of somehow belonging to her job. She understands it far too well. She wouldn't say it's been bad for her, but there were times she knows it didn't help. As much as she understands that sense of obligation, it's the desire to help that she loves about Jessica, not the duty.

Tugging gently at a bit of Jessica's shirt, she shakes her head. "I felt the same way," she says. Lying close to her like this, it's impossible to miss how beautiful Jessica is, or how much she wants her to be happy. "I thought I was going to be queen and that was it. No other life for me, no future, just Arendelle and my duty. I thought that's how it was supposed to be. But it's not. You've helped me figure that out. You deserve more."