Anna blushed a deep red; Elsa must have noticed her inattention. She offered up a shy smile in apology, hoping she wasn't angry. Elsa looked like she was going to say more, but decided against it. The taller woman shifted her weight restlessly and a long lock of hair strayed from the rest, draping itself over its owner's face. Before she could think about it, Anna had stepped toward Elsa and guided the wayward curl back to its place. It was soft as silk, slipping off her fingertips coyly. She heard a sharp intake of breath and couldn't guess who it came from. They were standing close now, close enough that Anna could feel Elsa's body heat. If Anna rose up just a little on her toes, she could kiss Elsa again. She could put her hands on her shoulders without worrying about ruined epaulettes, oh, goodness, it had folds this time, she could grip that instead and even slide her hands under- "I’m sorry, but I have to finish changing. I was looking for Gerda. Is she about?" Elsa said, her face closed off and cool, taking a step back away from her. It was as abrupt and stinging as a slap across the face. Anna was nonplussed. She'd thought... Wait, was she the only one who was interested in kisses? Had Elsa not liked it? She attempted to hide her disappointment. "She’s in the, uh, bedroom. I think. Too many rooms, I might get lost in them." Elsa looked at her expectantly and that was when Anna realized she was being sent away. Was Elsa that angry with her? Apparently so."I’ll go get her if you want," she said reluctantly. She was wrong. The etiquette lessons had backfired. She wished she’d grown up to be an uncouth savage so she wouldn’t have to say the exact opposite of what she wanted to do. "Please. Thank you." Elsa shut the door in her face.