He mocked her, the fear she felt, the unhappiness at all of this. And it made her angry, along with upset. "You're wrong," she protested, wiping at her eyes. "I'm strong enough to make a cyclone that can support myself and take on ice giants, and do good things with my powers."
"But yes, I'm scared of what's inside my body because I don't quite understand it, or its origins yet. Because I don't want to hurt someone else, I want to do good with my powers. I also," her temper flaring a bit now, "do not appreciate having my blood taken and being brought to a lab like some kind of experiment. So yes, I'm horribly upset right now, and that's just how it is."
"Kristoff said he was arranging for a plane to take me home." Her chin lifted just a little bit, bolstered by her anger. "If that is not possible, I will fly myself out of this country."
"But I won't do that right now, because I'm asking, nicely, for you to help me get back home. Because even if you do rule a country where a man is put to death by beheading," a little shudder of her resolve, "you are a king and therefore something of a diplomat to those who aren't Latverian." Maxine's shoulders hunched a bit. "Like your son."