Elsa smiles sheepishly. "I'm not even sure what that means," she admits. She spent so long not getting to do exactly that, it's hard to remember just what embracing childhood might mean. It was her own choice, she knows that; up until that point, she'd run free and wild as it was possible for a princess to be. She's the one that wanted to hide. Her parents reduced the staff, kept Anna away, but she chose to stop playing, to tuck herself away in her rooms, simply trying not to hurt anyone. She's not so sure she's any better with her magic today than she was then, but she can't just sit here, hiding, again.