She pressed a hand to her forehead. "I have so much in my head that it's virtually impossible to figure out what I feel. I don't know if I'm terrified, disgusted or even hallucinating. I don't know if I want to ignore all of this, or if I want to analyse it until I get down to a subatomic level."She looked at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, voice barely audible "I don't know if I hate you or I love you, and I don't know if I want to slap you or…" she trailed off.Or what? Punch me? Disown me?"…or kiss you," she finally whispered.Elsa stared up at her incredulously, mind at a complete standstill. Anna's faced was flushed, and she looked away, suddenly mortified at her confession.