Elsa flinched at Loki's proximity, unfolding just enough to scoot farther away from him. She brought her knees back up to her chest slowly, wishing that he would listen to her this once. Just this once.
"You have to go." She tried again, trying to muster up the confidence that she'd managed to maintain in her time as Queen. She didn't quite succeed, but at least her voice managed not to crack. "I need to be alone. I have to be alone."
There was much more that she wanted to say. She was sure that, if she tried, she could come up with a dozen reasons why anyone at all being around her wasn't a good idea, and why the best place for her was alone. She'd learned to be calm and persuasive; she could likely even get her words across as indisputable facts. But the problem with this was that she wasn't sure that she had the capability to try at the moment. She hadn't slept since it had happened, and she was nearing exhaustion.
"Please don't push me on this," was what eventually came out, with some effort. "I can't be sure what'll happen if you do."