"I have to be," Elsa says. It's an awful sort of truth, but she smiles all the same, pleased that he's glad to have met her. That's a good thing, both for her, since it's terribly flattering, and for his prospects. He seems to be in a better mood now than when she got here, and that can only help his control over the powers grow. It takes focus, but it takes a certain warmth, too.

"That's very good! You're making progress already," she says warmly. "And I know what you mean. I'm finally used to having those powers and now I have my —" She almost says my girlfriend's, but she catches herself in time. She doesn't want to give away her secrets. "Different ones," she finishes. "My girlfriend's trying to make me feel better about it, but I can tell she's worried."