Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

Sticking around the outskirts was the plan- at least for now. The whole coronation committee wasn't lovey-dovey, foreign to the usual happiness that time brings. Instead, it was a mere tense passing over of power. Some voiced their ardent opinions while others fell to the wayside. She, well, she had no room to speak. Ophelia had at least shown her a dash of compassion. It was an act that seemed so endangered now, that the tiny shred of confidence kept her lurking. The two kings were both mere strangers to her, both she had seen in passing before, but nothing more than a simple hello. Although, she did not remember that. All she could focus on was the idea that she was the only girl, the odd one so to speak.

So, upon hearing her name, Elsa inwardly exploded with happiness. Of course, being called on had one of two outcomes. Either she was being kicked in the ass out the door, or getting a chance. The latter being the one she hoped to receive. There was a distinct tenseness that lurked in the base of her muscles, trying to fight her back into the shadows. This is not where you belong.. They seemed to say. Maybe they were right, maybe this was all a huge mistake. Either way, it would be stupid to at least not go and see what they had to offer. Edgar was still quiet, and he had not spoken to her since the whole ordeal. He was becoming more of a statue than a being. As much as she tried to prod at him, and coax him out, he seemed to be on the same page as her intuition.

So she was alone. Even with Edgar around, and horses generally milling abut, she was alone in this. Fighting against all the urge to run, she eventually made out the outline of one of the two new... kings. It seems she had beat the other here, but who knew if he even wanted to be involved. The reality of it all seem to creep in, if he was the only one here, then she was being told to leave, wasn't she? A thick layer of fear coated her stomach, and approaching someone had never been so hard. To twice be removed from a "home" would be embarrassing. Was she really that useless?

Quietly she approached Majua, he was too unfamiliar to even catch a clue. There was no sad face, or joyous movement, just the usual waiting stance. Elsa stuck to the edge of the glass, as if it was going to help hide her nerves. Her wings brushed gently against it, and she was afraid she would shatter it. That would not be such a far fetched thought, because everything else she touched seemed to collapse. When she finally neared, she stopped a few feet from him. She nodded gently, waiting for him to speak. As of now, she wasn't sure how to address him. She was not a friend, or a member of his herd, so he was neither Majua or King. He was simply that tall white man, for lack of a better description. So, she opted for a simple, "Hello."

[I played it as before the meeting, but if it needs to be after I can always edit it to fit. :)]