Elsa's grading papers in the kitchen – little short stories designed to test spelling – when Anna finally plucks up the nerve to leave her room. Anna hears her, coughing and sniffling, before she sees her.

"Hey," Elsa greets, voice congested; it sounds like she's getting sick. Thoughts of Thanksgiving pushed from her mind for now, Anna approaches her.

Elsa's face is flushed red, eyes watering a little. She's wearing two jumpers, even though it isn't that cold yet, and Anna doesn't think as she carefully presses the back of her hand against Elsa's forehead.