[Cass's mumbled comment seems to break the tension in Elsa's body, and she lets out a bright, relieved laugh. The hand not holding the prop sword reaches back, threading her fingers through Cass's dark, curly hair as Elsa gently bumps the side of her head against the other woman's.]

You're bad at this??? I felt like I was about ready to fall apart. I've... never had feelings for anyone like this before, so I was so completely lost until Elle started prodding us.