[With the weather changing, it's getting a bit harder for Elsa to keep to their usual training schedule. Normally she found herself rising easily with the sun, but as the days begin to grow shorter, and the chill of autumn begins creeping in, there's a sort of... tiredness sinking into her limbs. A tiredness that isn't helped at all by the defeated, heavy feeling in her chest. But she's used to that feeling - or feelings similar to it, at least - so she can easily push it down as she heads outside to their little training yard, not quite bundled up, but opting instead for something with longer sleeves than her usual light blouses.

The smile she flashes Cassandra is light as always, giving away no hint to Elsa's inner turmoil beginning to bubble as she approaches the other woman.]

I... can't say that I'm ready for something like that, but we can proceed nonetheless. [She raises an eyebrow.] So we're upgrading to swords now?