It's the sound of someone else's distress that does it, causing Elsa to unfurl herself again and creep to the edge of the bed. It certainly wasn't this big last night, she's sure of that, but here she is, making her way cautiously over the mattress to peer down at Jessica.

It is Jessica, she's sure of that. She's much smaller than Elsa remembers, but it's her. And besides, Elsa is somehow small, too. The how and the whys are beyond her right now. All she can do is keep her hands curled into tight little balls as she looks over the edge, trying to keep the power inside. "Are you okay?"