Anna was on a couch in Kristoff's room, waiting for Isabelle. She had calmed herself down enough to think straight. Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven had provided her with a series of jokes, that, while they didn't make her feel better, it at least reminded her that someone cared about her. Elsa cared about her. Anna knew that Elsa had done it to keep her safe. Elsa just hadn't wanted it to be like last time. For the first time, Anna allowed herself to consider that maybe Elsa was right. Maybe there would always be people in the kingdom who hated her, no matter what her personality was. Because they were afraid of her. After all, this was not a fairy tale. This was real life, and in real life there wasn't always a happily ever after. But Anna washed the possibility from her mind. Of course Elsa was wrong. Because even if there were people who hated her, it didn't matter, because there were people that loved her, and that made it worth it. Then there was a knock on the door, and Anna knew Isabelle had arrived. With her help, maybe it would be all right.