[If it was possible, Elsa would look even paler. She's still fidgeting; examining her fingers, pressing her hands to her face, just.... moving, like she's trying to shake some kind of stiffness out of her limbs.]
I don't... I'm... [She can't even choke out an I'm okay. Instead, she just shakes her head.] I don't know. I had the most vivid dream....
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I don't... I'm... [She can't even choke out an I'm okay. Instead, she just shakes her head.] I don't know. I had the most vivid dream....