Yeah, an' that's why you're runnin' out here and cryin'? Elsa, please, you're not-
[He doesn't care about proper forms of address anymore, doesn't care that she keeps running - it was snowing in the Alps, the mountains full of harsh weather, cold wind whistling in his ears, and this is hardly any different. There's a brief moment when he considers listening, considers turning away and letting her go-
and then he shakes it away and runs.] Yeah, that's fine with me, cause I ain't gonna stay away no matter how many times you say it! Not if the first thing you're gonna do is get yourself into trouble!
[The last words are punctuated by him actually catching up with her and grabbing her arm, to finally stop her from running deeper into the forest, the snowfall only getting harsher around them.]