[ She could see it, because she'd seen it over and over again. The way Elsa curled in on herself was a sign that she was struggling with it all and the last thing Anna wanted was for her to fall apart. Not because it risked anything, but because she hated when she hurt.

It didn't make sense to her either. But if this was a dreamworld, then it didn't have to. She had more questions than answers, but what she did know she would offer. But the most important thing was to keep her sister, whatever age they were, calm.

Reaching out, she places a hand to her sister's cheek. ] Elsa...

Someone told me that people can be taking from all different times and places. Maybe we just got taken from different years. [ She reached for one of her hands to try and hold it. ] It's okay, you haven't lost anything.