Elsa considered it. She didn't want people hurt because of her. Slowly, she unfolded herself from the cramped corner from where she was hiding and stepped forward until she stood behind Derek. She wiped at the smudge of oil on her cheek and looked at him, trying to stand as tall as she could, while still out of the watchful eye of a security camera.

"You really can't tell me why they say that I'm a fugitive?" she asked, glad she didn't have her powers: otherwise, the entire area would be filled with frost.