["You're fine." Fine??? Elsa's not fine. She's never fine. Sometimes she feels okay, but there's always that hum of anxiety under her skin; it may be barely noticeable on some, maybe most days... but it's still always there. And now...

Well. Now she's glad that her powers were taken from her, or else she's sure she'd be freezing over the entire cafe at this point.]

I-I can't... [She shakes her head, taking another step back.] We're not... how are we good? I shouldn't be having these feelings in the first place, but I do, and... I told you...!

[Even if it doesn't happen now, things can only start spiraling from here...]

I... I promise, I'll try to get over it soon.