She stayed hidden for the time being, inching and crawling as silently as she could to another crevice to hide in.

"Do you know why they call me a fugitive?" she asked, hoping that the acoustics helped to conceal her new location. Clearly, there was fear in her voice. She had no idea why she was singled out. She had kept herself low while she was there, she thought. That was something she assumed.

The other things were good to talk about. And, had Elsa been in a different mood or not hunted down, she would've been fine with sitting there over a cup of tea of whatever sort they could get and talk about the state of things.