Elsa has trouble sleeping more often than not. It's hard to rest when she's worried about, well, everything. Anna, the eternal winter she's set off, the state of Arendelle. All of it weighs heavy on her and no doors have opened back home yet.

Besides, as a tiny voice in the back of her memory reminds her, the sky is awake so she s too.

The stranger's footsteps are so quiet that, distracted, Elsa doesn't see him until it's too late and she nearly crashes into him.

"I'm so sorry!"