Elsa and Open
"Yes, I'm following." Elsa hurried after the hand on the ground, which occasionally stopped as if it were looking back at her.
"I don't know why you're in such a hurry. But I really should get home, I have to mope." Canned laughter rang around her.
The hand wriggled some fingers questioningly.
"My ... friend and I had kind of a fight, you see."
Awwww, went the audience.
"And I don't know where we stand and everything is just awful. I wish I could die." Elsa sat down on a conveniently located tombstone and propped her chin on her hand and pouted.