The fox spoke to her. Tod. The word came to her suddenly. She realized what she was doing of course. Her mind was trying to rationalize what she was seeing by classifying. A Tod was a male fox. Female foxes were called vixens, with babies called kits or pups. A group of foxes was called a skulk or a leash...

He spoke and she was startled out of her thoughts. What was she doing? Trying not to die.
Oh, he meant with her hands. She noticed then how they were moving like she was playing a piano. It was a nervous tick she had when she was in an uncomfortable situation.
"I am a pianist," she answered evenly, tossing her head unconsciously to get her hair out of her face. "I play the piano," she added from past experiences of immature men and boys laughing at the word, hearing something else entirely.

He turned away from her. Obviously she had not interested him enough. Oh dear how would she carry on with her life?
Okay so the situation hadn't taken her sarcasm from her. This was good.

The annoying woman who was on Elsa's arm started adding sounds to her ridiculous blubbering. Irritated, Elsa finally freed herself and lightly pushed the woman away from her. She received a startled look which turned to downright bitchy moments later.
"I am not your relative, friend or significant other. Do not hang on me. And dry it up. Hysterics are not going to help the situation. You are just making an annoyance of yourself and giving the rest of us a headache."
"Y-you frigid bitch!" The woman accused before throwing herself at another woman who hugged and comforted her while glaring at Elsa. Perhaps her actions had been cruel, but there was only so much ridiculousness she could stand.