[Elsa whirls with a gasp, the ice on the edges spiking up a little, and - that's a talking unicorn. A very small talking unicorn. Oddly enough, this would actually make more sense if it were made out of snow.]
You... [She raises a hand to her temples and takes a breath - it's not important, Elsa, what's important is not freezing this entire city over.] I'm fine. But I can't stay here.
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You... [She raises a hand to her temples and takes a breath - it's not important, Elsa, what's important is not freezing this entire city over.] I'm fine. But I can't stay here.