"I'm sure they'll be delicious," Elsa says, as if in agreement, like she doesn't know what Anna means. "They'll probably heat up alright in the oven." At least the ice cream is still solid and not melting all over the waffles. There are some perks to what she can do.

That and helping to save the city. With her girlfriend.

Of course, it's not like she really means to pretend nothing's happened, especially since that would be pointless. For the moment, though, willful innocence seems her best bet as she regains her calm. She's still flustered and buzzing with excitement, flushed with happiness. It's all but impossible to hide.