"You must not give that away," said she.
"Why not?" cried Meta. "I can give away my heart as often as I please, you know; I have given it away twenty times already."
"But that is my heart--my heart!"
Meta would not give her the heart, and then she grew so anxious and fearful. She caught Meta's hands, and struggled with her.
"Do wake up!" said Meta. "You are sighing and groaning so that you quite woke me.
"I thought the cross was red!" said Elsa.
"You are dreaming still. That is the shadow of the window frame; I have drawn back the curtains to let in the light. The sun must rise soon, the sky is quite red now. It looks beautiful! Do just sit up, and that will rouse you altogether."
Elsa sat up. The whole room was filled with a red glow.
"What have you been dreaming about?" asked Meta.
"I do not know," said Elsa.