Elsa swallowed hard. So it seemed she would be serving the... Fall Court? From the little information she could gather from the bits of conversation between the fae she concluded her new place was better than she could have hoped for. And if the jealous looks she received were any indication she was envied her position by others, even a few of the fae. 
She could only pray they had a piano. Otherwise she was screwed. Unless they considered singing music and even then her true talent lay in the ivory keys. In this area she was fully confident she could at the very least satisfy them.

The King vanished and Elsa let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It was as if a great tension in the air had suddenly lessened, allowing everyone to relax a little more. Elsa sincerely hoped she could avoid catching the King's notice. Even if he was sinfully attractive...

She shook her head sharply, knocking the foolish thoughts away. Since when had she cared about such things? Never. 
You'd have to be dead not to notice and feel attracted to the otherworldly beauty of the fae, but Elsa prided herself on being very practical. She was not a romantic and didn't believe in love.

Clearing her throat slightly, she looked at the wolf-man. Hesitating only briefly, she approached him carefully.
"What should I do?" Elsa asked. "I'm not certain how things work in this world. You seem to be of high rank. What is the best way to keep my head attached to my body?"