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[Elsa's never had a taste for alcohol. Even after her coronation, when she finally became "of age", she tended to skirt around any offers of champagne or mead or anything of the sort. She had her magic to worry about, of course, and if it could act up so strangely when she was sick, what could happen if she was drunk?

But today... when Orpheus offers the wine, Elsa only hesitates for a moment before taking it. She needs to feel something, other than this terrible weight pushing her down and pulling at her limbs.]

Thanks. I... [She lets out a sigh, soft and shaky.] Honestly, I don't know what to say, after all of... that.