It's a curious feeling that rises in Elsa's gut, a desire to tell all and to keep it to herself, something private and beautiful to be treasured, something she wants to tell everyone, even for all her accustomed reticence. She hardly knows where to begin, a nervous flutter of a girl as she makes her way to the kitchen so she can make tea.

"Oh, well, I — I hardly know," she says. "We went to the lab and it was... more than we were expecting, but it all worked out in the end. And then Jess and I were walking home, and..." It's all a bit of a blur now, but she wants to remember it just right and forever. "And she said something about having good ideas once in a while, and how most of hers about me had paid out, so naturally I wanted to know which ones hadn't."