Elsa had managed to find Dave, but unfortunately Anna has continued to elude her. It's worrisome and vaguely frustrating, because Elsa can't help but wonder what she's up to. The two of them haven't really spoken much since their less than stellar meeting in the previous arena, Elsa can't help but feel a little bitter and angry about it still. But Anna is her sister, she would never let an argument get in the way of protecting her and so she's tried- tried as hard as she could, to find Anna.

But for a week, she's failed. Is Anna safe? Is she with allies? Is she with- well... him? Elsa doesn't want to think of that being the possibility, because it would mean Anna is more interested in that than sticking with her. She can only hope though, that where Anna is, she's safe. But eventually, hunger takes over and Elsa has to stop her relentless searching in order to try and find food.

The first thing she thinks of is ice fishing. It seems cliche that the ice queen would ice fish, but that doesn't mean she's particularly good at it. It's taken a lot of effort to carve out a hole in the ice, but as it turns out actually getting a fish is another thing entirely. She's got a spear made out of a branch and ever so often, she plunges it in the water when she sees movement- only to pull it out with nothing on it.

"Oh, da-" she starts to say, but her curse is cut off by the sound of her name being called, and the voice is familiar. She nearly gives herself whiplash at how fast she turns her head in the direction of Anna's voice, her eyes going wide. Immediately, she drops the spear and stands up. "Anna!" she says, her stomach jolting as she sees Anna slipping her way forward. The last thing she needs is her sister falling and hurting herself, that would be a bit too much like deja vu. "Slow down, I- I'll come to you!" She's already making her way forward, moving on the ice far better than Anna ever could.

Elsa cringes when she sees Anna fall, but thankfully her sister seems to be okay. She just can't help but play in her mind scenarios of Anna falling and hitting her head, so it's just really stressful. It makes Elsa move that much faster, until the two of them meet and Elsa's grip on Anna is tighter than it's ever been before. The relief and happiness of seeing her sister is immense, almost overwhelming.

"I'm glad you're safe," Elsa says in reply, studying Anna just as hard. Her sister seems safe- really well, even. A far cry different than she was the previous arena when Elsa had seen her for the first time.

Fortunately for Anna, Elsa's happiness makes it easy to forgive her, and she just shakes her head. "No, it's fine- I'm just glad we found each other now." She swallows, before nodding. "But of course I'll come with you, why wouldn't I?" It's tempting to ask Anna where she's been this entire time, but a part of her feels like she knows already and she doesn't want to sully the moment, so she'll just leave it for later.

Anna's happiness is infectious and despite Elsa's worry, she can't help but smile a little as her sister begins to tug her along. For the first time in forever, Elsa herself almost slips on ice as Anna tugs her along, but soon enough they make it on less slippery ground.

"Me? Well, nothing special, I- slow down-" her voice is breathy, but it sounds a little amused as Anna keeps leading them on. "Life hasn't been particularly exciting for me since... well." Elsa shrugs dismissively, but the truth is during their fight, she hasn't really had anyone to hang out with except for Dave. It's been a bit lonely, so she's mostly focused on training. "What about you?" she asks.

Time definitely heals all wounds, and Elsa's cooled off enough that she doesn't feel a pressing need to give Anna a hard time for any of it. For the moment, she's ready to just move on and forget about it. Not that they won't have to talk about it, but that can come later. "I missed you too," she says quietly, allowing Anna to continue leading her on towards- wherever it is. She won't lie, she's so curious to see just what has Anna so excited.

"I- Anna-" she says, when her sister insists on covering her eyes, laughing a little nervously. "I'm going to trip-" But she makes it, fortunately, and when they finally stop and Anna uncovers her eyes, Elsa's eyes zero right in on Anna's creations.

The emotions that hit her are overwhelming. She's happy, of course, but there's guilt, too. It just suddenly hits her how silly it is to fight, to let something come between them. Tears prick at her eyes, and she sniffs a little. "Oh..." This isn't what she expected at all, and it shows, but soon enough she smiles. "This is wonderful, Anna."

It takes Elsa a moment to look at Anna when her sister takes her hands, if only because she's too captivated by the scene before her. But when Anna begins to speak, she turns her attention to her. It's not easy to accept some of the things that her sister is saying. That stubborn- or rather, protective part of her has a hard time accepting it.

But it's the last bit that really gets to her, and it makes all argument die in her throat. Anna is right. It's silly, and they shouldn't let something like this get in the way of their relationship. They're sisters, family. She shouldn't empower Bro to come between them, that's just not right. "You're the most important person to me, too," she says, and finally the tears prickling in her eyes spill over and she pulls Anna into a tight hug. "You're absolutely right. I'm so sorry for letting it come between us."

Elsa feels silly for crying, it's not something she should be crying about. But at least they're happy, if slightly guilty, tears. So she forces herself to let out a chuckle at the stubborn part. "Yeah," she agrees, pulling away to wipe at her tears, sniffing a little. "It probably does run in the family." She thinks back to her parents, and how they were stubborn, too. Maybe a little too much, in hindsight, when it came to her powers.

"I love you too," she says. "From the bottom of my heart." She turns back to the snowmen, taking a few steps towards them. "You," she says, forcing a cheer to her voice, so they can move away from heavy subjects, "Are much, much better at building snowmen than I am."