Anna only nods, understanding exactly what Elsa means. Some things are better off left unsaid, after all. And then they're in Elsa's room, and Anna goes right to the bed, flopping down with the book her sister hands her.

"Ooh, wow," she enthuses, flipping through the pages. The hairstyles are all as ornate as one might expect from the Capitol, though there's one weird "district-chic" section that Anna skips over with a weird lurch in her stomach. It doesn't seem right, somehow. But finally, she settles on one.

"What about this one?" Anna asks, holding out the book for Elsa to see. "It's so pretty!"