Elsa's a little hesitant until she notices the thick gloves, assuring her that they won't touch skin to skin. It's hard to tell how naturally cold her touch is, but she doesn't want to hurt him. Finally, she extends her own hand and shakes it.

"I'm Elsa, from Arendelle," she says. "It's nice to meet you."

Then she looks back at the ice. They're knee-high and thick at the base, but delicate otherwise and melting already. "Yes, just ordinary ice. Except for my making it."