[And Sawakou is welcomed most happily!! Most of Elsa's pokemon are of the timid sort, but Surtr and Snowball eagerly approach, with the snow-Nova flopping down and snuffling curiously at the Smoochum.]

An artist? Oh no, I'm nothing of the sort.

[Elsa Kristoff cried when he saw your ice palace. You are entirely too modest.]

I was never able to pursue such skills. I was too busy with my lessons and... well. [She motions to the snow around them.] Trying to figure out how to control this.