Elsa stopped in her tracks as she saw the thing that had frightened her enough to want to run the first time but she straightened up her spine glaring at the thing forgetting about her fear in place for another stronger emotion, anger and hate. Her hands clenched as she stared at the thing not at all certain what to term it. "What do you think you're doing? Thoughtless slaughter will not go unpunished." She said sternly wanting to know why. Why would it do this? Why was it here to begin with?