Elsa couldn't help but wonder just how confused this boy might be. He stood in the middle of her room, questioning if she could see him. Perhaps, he had though he had hidden himself away, and was only now aware that hiding in the open wasn't hiding at all. Her eyes narrowed, confusion in her expression. "Yes? Why wouldn't I? You're not hiding very well." Elsa spoke, a matter of fact as she watched him, curiosity evident in her blue eyes.
Before the young princess could ask the boy introduced himself, and she nodded softly in acknowledgement. But his next statement caught Elsa off guard. At 8 years old, Elsa may have been a child but the idea of an imaginary friend seemed something Anna might think of, not herself. No, the future queen of Arendelle wasn't privy to such things. Still, she couldn't help but wonder. Quirking an eyebrow she spoke. "If you're my imaginary friend then why don't I remember imagining you?"