[What, you mean that wouldn't be nostalgic come this point? And yes, well, She doesn't put it quite as nicely in her head. Diplomacy and all that. Elsa sighs, looking over at the pyre before answering.]
...You know you don't have to look after me. [Of course he does; he just said as much. What she means is he shouldn't worry about her. She doesn't want it. Or she does, some part of her does and that's a problem because she shouldn't.]