Anna's hands ball into fists at her sides; half in frustration at herself, half at Elsa. "You don't need to protect me, Elsa! Not--not out there." She sounds a little bit plaintive. "Not from him, okay?"

God, she wishes this argument was over. She wishes she wasn't trapped between walls of ice, because things are quickly turning sour. So she takes a steadying breath. "Please, Elsa--please. Let's not fight."