Mm-hmm. Elsa might be abysmal at social interaction, but she sees that blush. And she has a feeling she knows who that blush is for.

She doesn't have as much to object to this time around. They've known each other longer this time, and no one is bringing their gaggle of brothers over to visit. As long as she's right about who she thinks it is.

But she graciously lets Anna have change that subject.

"That is hard to believe." Sometimes she can sass. "But at least you shouldn't run out of things to talk about."