Elsa and Sadon spent some time talking in the forge about random things. He stared about his trip and sharing stories of his homeland that she hadn’t visited. She shared some information about the town and the things that would need to be fixed, from functioning machines to some metal works of the schools and blah blah blah. The topics did dig into more personal aspects where she shared that the idea of chocolate was because of her and Anna’s obsession with the stuff and the much needed supply of meat and potatoes cooked. Likely for Elsa, he didn’t ask about her powers. Though she was well aware that the topic would come up eventually; it wasn’t something she was ready to talk about with him right at the moment. 

Some of the conversation contained laughter, which is something that Elsa didn’t really see happening but she cracked some cheesy comments and jokes, and even got him to crack a smile. Soon the two started up towards the hallway and she closed the door after they both were out only to hear a shout coming down the hallway. 

“ELSA!” Anna came skipping down the hallway before screeching herself to a stop, Kristoff nearly walking in a casual manner with his hands in his pockets. “There you are! You’re missing the food! The staff has started to carry out the food.” Before Elsa could argue, the red-head snatched her hand and pulled her back towards the ballroom. Elsa looked innocently over her shoulder back at Sadon and gave him a shrug of ‘siblings’ as she was pulled down the hallway and back into the ballroom. “Disappearing with guys… that’s not like you.” Anna said handing her a small plate and guided her to the table of laid out food as the royals began to collect things on their plates.

“We were just talking I showed him the forge and asked him if he’d help repair things for payment here in the town.” 

“Really? Business? You seemed to be infatuated by him; I’ve never seen you run off with a guy before…”

“I didn’t ‘run off’, I’m still in my home.” Elsa said in a playful defense. “And we were just talking. Don’t fret yourself Anna...” 

“Me fret? No, me excited, yes! You’re interested in someone! That’s exciting!” To this form her little sister, Elsa just rolled her eyes and continued to put food on her plate.