Even when speaking, nothing changes. There is no hiccup in the notes, or pauses in the bars. Its all one seemingly continuous melody. Apparently they have not met... so how? Its all so confusing really, maybe she was dreaming.. or drugged. All the possibilities were actually endless, but she can't pull herself out of this, so she may as well try to understand exactly what is going on. Apparently though, the no isn't a simple enough answer, and the otter's attitude even changes, quite cocky about their experiences. Elsa's metaphorical brow raises, and she smiles a little. It cracks across her face.

Then the otter suddenly spins around, and Elsa can actually see this mystical being of all-knowingness. Her eyes are a jet-black, and she's looking straight at her. Elsa tilts her head as if to say "the heck", but no words fall from her mouth. Of course, the music continues to play as the otter seems to once-over her. She felt like a slave being assessed before an auction. Although the otters gaze was oddly... kind.

She speaks again and Elsa returns to a normal, not creeped-out stance. However... a mere so is all she gets for a while. The music begins to change then, to something more disconnected, yet still beautiful. It was as if she was speaking in terms of ice, or winter. Elsa laughed, did the otter know about her obsession with winter? Suddenly, a few flakes fall in front of her and now Elsa is convinced she's high, or this is some weird odd punishment from the God. Some landed on her, but as quickly as they came, disappeared. Her eyes darted around for a moment before landing back on the otter as she speaks. 'So I hear you like snow.'

Did she really expect this crap to get any less freaky? Well, realistically this should be less weird, considering she does have a snowflake smacked right on her body. I don't think you can get a much bigger sign than a snowflake on someones body. Still... it was weird. "Yes." She replies slowly, looking around again. Now she kind of feels slightly paranoid that someone is watching her. "Am I being pranked?" She suddenly blurts out, and her eyes widened. The thought that she thought was in her head apparently escaped out of her mouth. She scrunched her nose a little, horrified by her own lack of manners. She figured though, she may as well know if she needs to run for the hills.

"Talking"

Elsa