[He can hardly even concentrate on the chill that he feels, a chill that has nothing to do with the rapidly cooling air around them, the snowfall that only seems to fall harder, quicker- because he knows what he saw, and suddenly, so many things make sense.
Suddenly, he thinks he's an idiot for not having put two and two together, before.]
Wait! [With shaky movements, he hastens to run after her again.] You- that's why you're running? Why you're scared? Because of... magic?
Elsa, please, listen to me! That ain't a bad thing, to have somethin' like that! You don't hafta run away!