Imenry watched the woman stumble, tripping on her skirts before she righted herself at the last minute. One reason not to attempt combat in a dress. She might have suggested the woman rip off the hem, but doubted one so vain as this Elsa would agree. She should probably get some pants before going into battle though. Imenry would suggest it, later.
The second attack was much calmer, still her motions were unpracticed. Had this woman ever lifted a blade in her life? Or had she simply forgotten it, along with everything else? Imenry shifted her stance, using her arm to nudge Elsa's arm away and pushing the attack in further off to the side so that it missed hitting her. She fell back into a defensive stance, tossing strands of dark hair away from her eyes.
"Don't concentrate so much on being fast, you won't manage it with that dress. You're not trying to kill me anyway, so just look for my weak spot and try to exploit it."
Falling silent she stood and waited for the woman to make her next attack.