Elsa exploded shooting at the crows her eyes flashing that storm over the sea color but paler as she lost all control of her temper raving about everything that was bothering her. The deaths of the village, of her parents possibly being dead, how she hated that this slaughter happened. Being so close to being grief stricken it wasn't even funny. The fears she had over that unknown entity. The fact that she didn't want to lose her only human friend, Alex. Everything came out in a huge burst as she started slicing anything close by up, even herself, which coincidentally is how she got most of her scars on her body. Sometimes her raving didn't even make sense but she still went on about it for a minute. She then just sank to the floor of the forest looking a bit lost. Although she lost her temper she also let loose everything she was bottling up and it took a bit out of her, the wounds that she herself on herself healed over as she just sat there, not sure what she was supposed to do and she hated that. Feeling so out of control. She swore it was a mixture of whatever she was with her being raised in the wild.