[Unless you really know what you're doing, it's a very tricky thing to deal with nymph "hair". Most brushes sold in shops can't really accommodate the long, stringy leaves or vines, and tangles and snarls can easily lead to strands being fully pulled out. But Elsa's hands are gentle, even without her connection to plants, making sure to undo any tangles one by one so that the vegetation doesn't rip. She... avoids the strange ports on the side of Angel's head, not really sure how to bring that up just yet, and for now just leaves her hair hanging free down her back.]

Arendelle... didn't have parties, for many years. [If Angel looks at Elsa through the mirror, she'll see that the woman is still smiling, but there's a hint of sadness in her eyes now.] When Anna and I were children, most of the formal functions our father threw were mainly for political reasons, yes. We managed to make our own fun among the adults, so we never really put any sort of second thought as to why there were only ever nobles there, and not the rest of our family or any of the townspeople. But after, ah...

[There's a moment of hesitation. Elsa... hasn't really confided much about herself in many people. She's come a long way in healing from her troubled past, but it's still... difficult. To let people know that she's not just some prim and proper queen who never did anything wrong.]

After the discovery of my growing abilities, my father thought it would be better to hold off of any sort of parties until we were sure it would be safe for others.

[It's... not a total lie! Just a lot of watering down of a very complicated, terrible situation.]