[There's a hint of... something, in Elsa's eyes at that. Jealousy? No, not quite... but it's a kind of wistful look; sure, she's heard the stories from Corona. Tales about a magic flower that could cure any illness, that was used to heal Queen Arianna when she'd been on the verge of death when giving birth to Rapunzel. But it had always been just that to her - a story. To know that there was some level of truth to it, that there was always some kind of magic in the lands of her allies...

It sort of makes her wonder. Would she really have the problems she had growing up if she'd been born somewhere other than Arendelle?]

I see. So someone possessing magical abilities of their own isn't strange to you?

[Good... good. Elsa's not sure what she'd do if Cassandra looked to her with suspicion or wariness.]

What if I told you... I had magical abilities? From... from home. Not like the ones I have here.