Elsa isn't sure she's stopped blushing since she set foot in the apartment, if not before that. "It did," she says, every word feeling strange in her mouth. She's not sure when it'll begin to feel entirely real and not just like some hopeful dream, but she doesn't mind it. It's just too wonderful to fathom yet. "And she kissed me — or I kissed her, or — Apparently she's liked me for a long time." She'd had no idea, honestly. She'd hoped once or twice, certainly, but there'd been nothing to make her believe it was possible.