It's nice to meet you, Sanji! And... well... yeah, that was.. sort of my fault. I should have known that-- But how was I supposed to know? Anyway, Hans is a jerk and Elsa was right. I didn't really know anything about love... [She's still not sure she knows much about it, except for what a talking snowman told her.

She looks down at her feet, shifting one of her braids over her shoulder. The look of sadness she has on her face though changes into a confused frown, and she looks back up at him.] Wait, is that... Is that the last thing she remembers? From back home?