[Part of Elsa is jealous, honestly. Being able to roll with the punches life throws at you like that, to be able to get up when you stumble... Elsa's always wanted to be like that. Sure, it says a lot that she's still here and (relatively?) sane, but Cassandra seems to have just... been able to stand more firmly than her. She took it in stride.

Shaking her head to stop her thoughts from derailing, she notices the curious look in the other woman's eyes, and her gaze immediately drops down to her hands, pressing them together before curling her fingers. A little gesture to comfort herself, that she picked up long ago.]

I did, yes. For as long as I can remember... since I was born, my parents told me, I could create and control ice and snow, without limit.