Elsa burst through the doors of the church, stumbling a bit as she made her way down the stairs and out of immediate danger. She took a seat as the adrenaline began to slip away, terrified grief overtaking her and heavy breaths shifting into heaving sobs.
Absent of the ability to to express her thoughts verbally, she shook her head, indicating that she agreed with Anna - even though it felt like someone was in there, they couldn't go back. Not unless they were prepared to die to follow up on a shared hunch.
There was a deep realization that hit her then, telling her suddenly that this reaction was more complex than she had assumed. No, it wasn't just that she'd had to walk away from what might be the only chance to find Loki. It wasn't just that she felt like she was killing them - Loki, Killian, Emma and the others - by not going forward. As much as she was great at taking on guilt for things she couldn't control, she recognized, on some level, that there was no winning here.
What she'd realized was that she loved him. She put her sister in mortal danger to save him. What more proof that did she need?
That implication was one she didn't want to dwell on, even as she tucked her head between her knees, shutting out everything around her. What was she doing?