was obvious enough. Elsa had learned to be cautious of cunning strangers. She raised an eyebrow.
”A witch?” she inquired, more curious than incredulous. ”And why have did you come to look for a WITCH in Arendelle?”
Unless, of course, Elsa was the supposed “witch” that this girl was seeking out. That was always a possibility. Sorcery came with those kinds of drawbacks.
“I’m looking everywhere, not just… Arendelle, as you say.”
Now she felt the atmosphere shift to caution.
“Of course, this certain witch…”
“She’s an older woman, inconspicuous looking. And I need to find her to get rid of the curse she put on me.”
