[Ah, so that's why... that actually gets a smile back on Elsa's face. She doesn't rip the photo, not yet, but her thumb runs along the image of Anna, and the light in Elsa's eyes softens.]

... Thank you, Farrah. Really. I... [Her grip tightens on the photo, ever so slightly.] I needed to see her smiling again. After those pictures the first week.

[The smile is quick to fade again, but she just looks... sad, now. Not angry or frustrated.]

I saw her, in mine. But I couldn't deal with what I saw, so I burned it.