“…No.” She spoke softly in response to those words, eyes lowering slightly. “I do want to hear about it. It sounds terrible, really.” Elsa took a short glance at her own hands, it seemed as if they were polar opposites. Except, Elsa wasn’t freezing slowly. Or, at least she thought she wasn’t. But she was damn sure this was a curse from birth. One she just can’t control.
“I haven’t seen a witch come around, or anyone, really. Anyone except you. But she might have dropped by before I got here, myself. For I only made my home here a few hours ago.”
And released my secret, and ran away from home, and all that, but let’s save that for some other time.
"… I don’t suppose this curse means the cold doesn’t bother you? Is that how you can be in here without having a shivering, shaky voice?" Since Elsa refrained from seeing the girl, she couldn’t tell if she was shivering at all. But her voice would be a giveaway.
She pursed her lips, the witch may have been here but she’s long gone. That seemed about akin to Ara’s luck lately. She then shook her head. “Not really. I suppose it’s the new found fire in my veins.”
Ara turned to face the door. “You know, I still think it’s pretty amazing how you made this entire castle with whatever icy abilities you have.” She grinned. “And you know. You sort of inspire me, I mean. You got the best out of something I’m assuming you never wanted.”
With a shrug, she turned back around, reclining a little on the step. “But for what it’s worth, I don’t think hiding on this mountain is going to do you any good in the end.”