—getting any work done," she heard Elsa say. She blinked. "Wait, what?" Elsa was startled. "Did you—did you not hear what I said? I said I wasn't actually getting much done. It was just some business proposals looking for investors." "Oh." Was Elsa telling her out of pity? That would be even worse. Anna tried to think of something to say, something to get Elsa to stop because she didn’t want a conversation about something that Elsa felt obligated to tell her. "Uh, well-" "You may already know this, but Arendelle’s wealth comes from our gold mines," Elsa rushed, clearly feeling the creeping awkwardness and attempting to hold it at bay. "Arendelle’s land isn’t particularly tillable and mountains aren’t a great commodity, but the gold mines mean we can expand through investments into foreign industries, such that—" "Elsa, stop." Anna couldn’t quite hold back her smile. "You don’t have to pitch your royal speech to me. Practically everybody knows why Arendelle is rich." Elsa flushed and cleared her throat. “Well.” She squeezed Elsa’s hand. "You don’t have to tell me about it. I doubt I’d understand at all what you do." And she really doubted she would. Having spent most of her life expected to be married off had meant more time spent with tutors in music and dance than history and mathematics. Elsa’s brow flicked down as she studied her. Anna didn’t know what her thoughts were. But Elsa’s hands finally relaxed. "All right." Anna had the feeling it wasn’t—Elsa didn’t look entirely convinced, but it was enough for now.