"I.." She let out a sigh, no use, her mother always saw through her fibs. "Its just. Anna singers herself to sleep sometimes….I really miss her, and, I wanted to listen. That’s all Mother..I’m sorry, I’ll go back to my room."
“Oh, Elsa, sweetheart,” the Queen sighed, wanting nothing more than to take her in her arms and comfort her. But such things were from a time that was dead. And so instead, she made her daughter an offer. “Here, walking around the halls will surely have woken you up a little. Why don’t you have a cup of tea with me? I won’t tell your father if you don’t.”