[Elsa wants to be open. She wants it so bad. She hates the way her stomach knots up so often with how nervous she gets, she hates the feeling of walking on eggshells around people she shouldn't have to. Elsa was never someone who wanted to put distance between herself and others; she was just as playful and outgoing (though somewhat shyer) a child as her sister was, and deep down, she's still like that.

So Lup's words hurt. Not because she said anything bad, it just... something that slips right between the cracks in the wall she put around herself. So she's quiet for a moment, mulling over her words, before speaking carefully.]

... Thank you, Lup. I... I've talked about it before, but that offer.. it helps. A lot. [But also not because it makes trying to get over this so much harder.] I'm just... dealing with some. Um. Personal feelings? That I'm trying to get over.

[Maybe if she can be vague enough, she can talk about it without cluing Lup in...?]