Elsa considers this, biting her lip in thought. "I don't know," she admits. "Sometimes. But I was little when I hurt Anna."
The memory of it still stings, all these years later. She often still feels very small when she thinks of it; only, now, she really is that small. But even with the room freezing cold, she hasn't done anything bad yet, not really.
"Are you okay?" she asks again after a moment. "It's so cold in here." She reaches for the blanket as she speaks, frowning a little and telling it sternly to be a blanket again and not an ice cube, because Jessica needs it. She can't handle the cold as easily as Elsa can. The ice evaporates as she pulls the blanket closer, reaching to sweep it around Jessica's shoulders.
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The memory of it still stings, all these years later. She often still feels very small when she thinks of it; only, now, she really is that small. But even with the room freezing cold, she hasn't done anything bad yet, not really.
"Are you okay?" she asks again after a moment. "It's so cold in here." She reaches for the blanket as she speaks, frowning a little and telling it sternly to be a blanket again and not an ice cube, because Jessica needs it. She can't handle the cold as easily as Elsa can. The ice evaporates as she pulls the blanket closer, reaching to sweep it around Jessica's shoulders.