"No---It's not you." she's quick to reply, halfheartedly. Well, it mostly wasn't him. It was her, and her fear of herself.

Her gaze flicked from the ground, back at him, several times in the span of a few seconds, half in disbelief, half not. Sure she'd talked to him about it---but that was different than in person.

Elsa tried her best to compose herself, heavens knew she was trying. Something in her wanted to be---excited at the prospect of meeting someone with similar powers, but every little negative thought sang at her, compelling her otherwise. With unease, she nods.

"Sure."