Elsa is in her father's study. It's her own study now, she supposes, with its warm fire and a model of a ship, and while it's not the only place she'd like to be, it's one of several favorites. She idly considers leaving the castle, heading into the hills, making herself another kind of paradise, but this is good for now. A pot of cocoa waits for her on the table, and she's sure that Anna must be on her way in.

Before Anna turns up, Elsa hears music from the hall. It's faint, behind a door, fading in and out, and she can't identify it. It doesn't sound like the kind of string quartet she'd hire for a party, nor can she place the tune. Going to the door and setting her ear against it doesn't help.

She opens the door.

It's not a hallway in her castle. It doesn't look like her castle at all, although it does bear a passing resemblance to the streets of Arendelle during a celebration. Other than that, it's bigger, and unfamiliar, and everything about it feels real -- she steps out and feels the air on her face and smells the scent of flowers. The music is louder, and while it's still inconsistent, she can hear it better.

The door closes behind her. Now it's just an ordinary door to one of the shops. It's puzzling, but she continues to look around, marking where it is.

It's as she scans the surrounding area that she notices a table set to the side, with someone familiar seated there.

"Elizabeth!" She smiles, amazed.