[Blonde hair, freckled cheeks - it's easy to see why, at a quick first glance, someone might mistake Elsa for the other princess. But the hair is too short, far too pale, and she carries herself so differently. But she seems to shift, just a little, when she hears someone call out; a clear voice seems to snap her out of her panic, easing her shoulders down from their worried hunch. She doesn't look calm, but at least she looks less on the verge of cracking.]
Rapunzel? [That name sounds familiar...] S-Sorry! No, I'm... [Oh? The way the woman trails off...] Not her. My name is Elsa.
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Rapunzel? [That name sounds familiar...] S-Sorry! No, I'm... [Oh? The way the woman trails off...] Not her. My name is Elsa.