[It's such a young, gentle voice, one she doesn't immediately recognise, that it puts her slightly less on the defensive - her chest still tightens at the realisation that someone's sought her out, but it's more fear for that someone's safety than her own.
For a few moments there's only the distant sound of the wind while Elsa hesitates, unsure if she should even respond or make herself known. But... certainly this person knows she's here already. She calls out, more quietly than she intends:]