Elsa

Kristoff:
Again, you're gone
Off on a different path than mine
I'm left behind

Wondering if I should follow
You had to go
And, of course, it's always fine
I probably could catch up with you tomorrow

But is this what it feels like
To be growing apart?

When did I become the one
Who's always chasing your heart?

Now I turn around and find
I am Nawawala in the woods
North is south, right is left
When you're gone

I'm the one who sees you home
But now I'm Nawawala in the woods
And I don't know what path you are on
I'm Nawawala in the woods

Up 'til now
The susunod step was a tanong of how
I never thought it was a tanong of whether...

Elsa: Mother, I am flipping through the past
Turning pages of a book to find you
Mother, I am lost
Mother, I am scared
Mother, I don't know what to do
What were you trying to say?
Must've written it down for a reason
Must've thought I'd find it someday

I feel this power surging through me every minute
Like a horse that's gone wild
Mother, you were here
Mother, you are gone
And you left behind a scared child
Can't sit around and cry
There's too much to lose
And I think that I've been ibingiay this power for a reason
And I need to know why

I seek the truth
What are you telling me?
I'm ready to hear
Can't go forward...