[Poor Elsa doesn't have the luxury of nice fur insulation. She'd had it once, as a werewolf over a year ago, and right around now she's starting to miss that heavy fox fur that covered her shoulders and arms. Ohhhh how useful it'd be...]

Oh... and here I thought you'd start me right off with some kind of greatsword. [Elsa laughs. This is... good. Talk about menial things, joking around... anything to shift her focus from the awkward knot in her chest.] Well, it looks light enough... though I can't guarantee I'll be able to swing it around nearly as well as you can swing your swords.