[Ah... it's a similarity that Elsa hopes she never has to share with anyone. The pain of trying to live up to your parents' expectations, only to feel like you're constantly failing... it's a pain that hits so differently from many other kinds of pain.]

But how do I know what sort of queen I want to be, when I've spent my whole life modeling myself after the kind of queen I thought would make him proud?

[She's been thinking about it a lot, lately. She loves Arendelle, she loves taking care of her people so much, but... she feels like she's standing one step to the side of everyone else. Like she doesn't belong there, even though the people she loves with all her heart are there.]