The proposal

Elsa fidgeted, not quite looking at me or mom. 

She understood the situation pretty well. 

In the end, she looked at me. "Sorry. I shouldn't have gone alone."

Wait, she didn't get the situation, at all!

I didn't say anything but just stared. 

"Wh-what?" she stuttered, unable to hide her discomfort. 

"You think I'm angry because you went alone?"

"Then-"

"Don't you think you should be the one to figure it out?"

She didn't say anything and just looked down. 

"Maybe-" Grandma tried but my glare shut her up. 

"I shouldn't have gone to the reunion on the first place?"

I sighed. "Look, we had history there. Or more like, I did things to them. You should have known they'd hold grudges against us. 'Get you there for a reunion, then sell you off to someone.' Shouldn't you have at least suspected as much?"

"But if something went wrong, I thought you'd-" She mumbled. 

"I'd what? Speak up!"