Small seems bad. Small seems dangerous. Elsa remembers being small already once and that things were difficult then. She wore those gloves everywhere to help her keep the magic in, but she doesn't want to go back to that. She tries reminding herself that she hasn't had to do that in a long time, but the ice on the walls is worrying.

"I don't think I like it," she says, holding her hands to her chest in two little fists. "What if it doesn't go back to normal?"