"'m okay. I'll be okay when I warm up," Jessica said, gratefully accepting the blanket and pulling it tight around herself, making herself into a small blanket lump with just her face above the nose protruding, except when she pulled her chin out to talk.

"You'll be okay," she added, in case that sounded too much like she was complaining of the cold. (It was fairly cold. But there was something hinky going on, Elsa would get it back on track.) "You still know more than you did then. We still remember things. 's good, or I wouldn't remember... anything."