"Someone has to be. I've seen North; it couldn't possibly be him. He's very agile for someone so...burly." It was a good word to describe that particular man, though she'd never met him. Sometimes it felt like all of the Guardians were her family. Elsa had heard more than her share of stories about them at this point, anyway. She grinned back at him, reclining slightly. "That still sounds like work to me. It's so much better having my live-in homemaker. And don't tell Anna I said that should she ever arrive, she'd never let either of us hear the end of it."
She let him return to his work, resuming her humming as her doodles began to form into more concrete plans. She needed to get going on her former occupation of crafting ice sculptures soon. There was only so much money she felt comfortable borrowing from banks and other people. "Pretty far," she replied loftily. "How fast were you going? You know one of these days you're going to crash into something when you're going way too fast and knock yourself amnesiac."
With a shrug, Elsa reached across and stole a pepper, popping it into her mouth to give her a little bit of time to decide her response. "A little," she finally said. "Must be an off day, that's all."