Elsa is so startled that she forgets to walk away, covering her mouth with her hand as she remembers the little talking snowman. She'd made life in that gesture, created instead of destroyed, and she can't help the nervous little laugh that escapes her. "No, Olaf wouldn't like summer," she say absently.

She looks closer and Anna's right. There's no telltale streak, the constant reminder of Elsa's folly. "You're really okay but...I don't understand. I've been living in this hotel for a year."