"Oh. I see," Elsa says; one of her hands comes up and across her body, holding her opposite upper arm over the scratchy jumpsuit fabric. She'd played a game sort of like this, with slips of paper and guessing, the night she was taken here. It makes her miss her family very much.

Pull it together. Even if Anna isn't here, she has to go on.

"Okay," she says. "Well, your nametag says Stacia, so that's probably true. You seem pretty friendly. Maybe you like dances. So, I'm guessing...the third one?" Elsa gives a self-deprecating smile that's halfway to a wince. Oh god she has no idea what she is doing. She is so, so bad at these games.