For the first time that night, Anna was visibly upset. What was Elsa's problem? They were just dancing, surely dancing was allowed. Alcohol she understood, but dancing? If she didn't want her dancing, she didn't have to be so rude about it. Anna placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes towards Elsa, upset, anger quite clear in her expression. 

"We were just dancing, Elsa, he wasn't feeling me up! I'm not a kid, Elsa, if you haven't noticed! God, why are you being so rude?"

Anna turned to Hans, giving him a small smile and a shrug. "Sorry, Hans, I don't know what came over her."