Earlier, Olivia had a scare upon seeing the girl trip backwards. She thought Elsa would hit her head on the pavement, and a vision of her younger self falling on the stairs flashed before her eyes.
Elsa didn't want to create a ruckus, and she certainly didn't want eyes to go her way, but what could she do if she was a magnet for accidents?
"Why are you even carrying something double your size?" she murmured the question in her head. "Oh, you have a scrape," Olivia said, pulling Elsa back to her feet. They were now standing and facing each other.
She pointed to Elsa's elbow, and the latter sighed upon seeing it. It was tiny though, so Elsa just blew a breath on it, clearing the scrape from the dust.
Ignoring the curious eyes staring their way, Olivia scanned Elsa from head to toe, checking if she had more scrapes and bruises.
