phase ii

[Venturing out is still new to Elsa, but bit by bit she's growing accustomed to it. And as her anxiety fades so does her errant unintentional magic. So there's a remarkable lack of frost, even as she startles and steps back as the girl crashes into her. Her eyebrows rise at the words, but she offers a smile anyway.]

Sorry. I was distracted, I guess. [But oh it's the little girl she spoke to the other day. The one who was waaaay too nonchalant about discussing being shot in the head.] Are you all right? [From being bumped into?]