[It's clear that Korra's message woke Elsa up - when the feed clicks on, the room around her is dim, and her hair is tousled from sleep as she squints against the light of her gear. But even so, she reaches over to the bedside table, flicking the light on, and pulls her hair back into a loose ponytail so she's at least somewhat presentable.]
No, no, it's quite all right, you don't have to apologize.
[There's a pause as Elsa focuses, and her brows furrow a little as she realizes that something must be wrong here.]
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No, no, it's quite all right, you don't have to apologize.
[There's a pause as Elsa focuses, and her brows furrow a little as she realizes that something must be wrong here.]
What's wrong, Korra?