"Anna, for the last time, i can't go play. I-i'm studying," sniffed Elsa.
"Then why are you crying?" asked Anna. Her voice filled with concern, "Are Mama and Papa angry at you? Did you do something wrong? What happened?"
"Yes. I did something wrong. I didn't mean to, but i did," Elsa hid her face in her knees as she sobbed the words quietly, but in the stillness of the west wing, Anna heard.
"Elsa, if you can't come out, can i come in? I won't tell Mama and Papa; I PROMISE I'll be quiet. Please, Elsa?" pleaded Anna as she stuck her fingers under the door, surprised at how much cooler the floor was in Elsa's room. She pulled her fingers out