[These hands. They're different from any other pair of hands she's held before. Rapunzel's were smooth, but more hardened than you'd think, with years of cleaning, baking, and painting being their steady grip. Eugene? It was all a facade of moisturizers and creamers.

But Elsa was... different. Similar, but different.]

It's a little hard to avoid people here, isn't it? [Was that a joke? Maybe.] I'm not... happy, Elsa. It's not easy to talk about this, but it feels like all I can do is just sit here and think about it.