[There's a curious look that crosses Elsa's face as she follows Farrah; is it something from home? One of the few possessions she had finding its way out of the machine, like Bruni and her tiara and the snowgies? She's honestly not sure what else could come out, but maybe-
Oh.
Oh.
As Elsa takes the picture that Farrah holds out, her expression drops to... well. Probably the most annoyed anyone - besides The Balladeer - has seen her.]
... Right. Him. The Balladeer told me he knew him. [Woof, Elsa's magic is under perfect control, but it still feels pretty damn cold around her suddenly.] Ugh, who does he think he's fooling with that...?
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Oh.
Oh.
As Elsa takes the picture that Farrah holds out, her expression drops to... well. Probably the most annoyed anyone - besides The Balladeer - has seen her.]
... Right. Him. The Balladeer told me he knew him. [Woof, Elsa's magic is under perfect control, but it still feels pretty damn cold around her suddenly.] Ugh, who does he think he's fooling with that...?