Blinking rapidly, Elsa laughed, only to reach up with on hand to cover her mouth at the strange movement he made. "No, no. You're fine, Charlie." She laughed still, shaking her head. "You can call me Elsa. At home I am a queen, here? I am nothing but a simple bakery worker." She was not offended by him, or anything that had happened up until that point.
"Even if you had known, I wouldn't expect you to treat me any differently from any other person you'd meet." That was the pure and simple truth. Elsa didn't like being looked at as if she was a freak, different or anything of that sort. She realized that yes, she was Queen, but in the end she had harbored a power that no one knew about until her coronation.
She smiled, dropping her hand back down away from her face. "So have you, and you haven't offended me." She cocked her head to the side, the smile on her face slowly fading. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Anna. It'd nearly happened thanks to her.
Worry didn't get a person anywhere. There wasn't anything any of them could do yet to better their situation. "My sister Anna is here. I nearly killed her with my powers. The thing about siblings is? They never give up on you even if you've given up on yourself. They love you despite your flaws, your shortcomings and they know that you're trying to do what's best for them. I don't think you'd have to worry about Sam thinking that you've forgotten him. He'll know here," she placed a hand over her heart, "that you still love him, and think of him."
It might've been false hope, it might've been utter nonsense that Elsa had just spouted, but even then, some hope was better than none.