My name is Elsa, Q- [ she'll blame her hesitation on the fact that she's only just realized he covered the entire corridor, and she gives him a look, but doesn't try to remove it. she's more concerned with the portraits. even if they do look neglected, they still might mean something to someone, so she's still carefully removing it bit by bit. either way, she's not going to add her title, there's no need for it here. she's proud, of course she is. she's very proud of her kingdom, of her family's legacy. but that doesn't matter much here, does it? ]

Elsa, of Arendelle.

[ after she finishes removing the strip of ice from the wall, she flicks her fingers down at her feet, giving herself ice skates. ice ice skates. ]

It is a genuine pleasure to meet you, Mr. Frost. [ even though his name makes her smile, almost mischievous. nearly. until she presses her lips shut to try and hide it. ] That isn't very subtle, is it?