"So... you knew him for a day. This Prince that I've never heard of, you knew for a day, and you agreed to marry him, and you're yelling at me for actually starting to open up to somebody else."

Elsa was just making certain she had this straight, here.

"So now you're here, and you're... never going to see him again? Is that it? Did some other version of me forbid you from ever talking to him, and that's why it's so unbearable that after months of knowing one another, Barry and I sometimes sit and eat dinner together?"

They each ate their own sandwiches, though, thank you.