“How can you say that?!” Elsa replies furiously. “Of course I want you to be happy. But not with Noah. You should be happy with the person who is meant for you!”

I want to rip my hair out at this point. “The person who is meant for me does not want me, Elsa. Am I supposed to crawl to him on my knees and beg him to take me? Is that what you’re asking me to do? Because that’s what it sounds like from what I’m hearing!”

Elsa’s face turns pale, and she whispers, “Of course ...