Elsa's eyebrows draw up. She feels bad, but she also feels bad for reminding Adora about how Adora feels bad. She kinda wants to put a hand on Adora's shoulder? But Adora isn't her sister or Olaf, and they aren't that familiar, so instead, Elsa just holds her frozen cider in close to her stomach.

"Me too," says Elsa. "I know it could be worse. But why do they have to pretend we're supposed to be happy here?"