She meant well. Elsa knew Eleanor meant well. Bodily contact was so often intended to be soothing, after all. She'd seen so many people try to offer it to one another so many times. Her own parents would try to reach for her, until her powers had gotten so wild that she couldn't contain them.

Eleanor's fingers barely had a chance to brush Elsa's shoulder before she shrank away a little, holding her hand up, breath catching a little.

"Please, it's... I'm fine. I'll be fine. Thank you."