[This is... fine. It's fine. This is just the first panic attack Elsa's had in a few solid months, no big deal. She's sitting at the edge of her bed, in the uniform that had been provided for them, hands scrubbing at her face as she tries to focus on her breathing. It actually helps, when the young man approaches, to give her something else to focus on than her own rapidly skittering heartbeat.]

I... pardon? [Roommates??? She hasn't shared a room with anyone since she was eight...] I'm sorry, no. I'm just as in the dark as you are. I've never seen a place like this before in my life.