"She, ah – doesn't have one yet."

Elsa chuckles and shakes her head, a little embarrassed at herself. She has a place for everything with everything in its place. There should be a name for the bunny but there isn't. "The bunny had come to us under unusual circumstances and with everything happening so quickly, she's just been... our rabbit."

Sorry, bun.

Her voice drops to a whisper. "You can pet her behind her ears. She likes that."