[It's clearly a familiar movement, the way Elsa leans down and holds out her hand to scoop up the snowgie scrambling towards her. There's a noticeable pause before she stands up straight again, because there's just a moment where she watches the way Cassandra runs a hand through her hair. It's such a simple movement, but there was something... fascinating about it.

Hm.

Elsa shakes her head to clear that sudden bit of fog clogging it up and stands.]

Honestly, with everything else that pops out of that machine, I'm not surprised. But this... [She gently pokes the little coal button on his belly, laughing at the way the snowgie squirms.] This is, ah... something I accidentally made years ago.