Qrow and Elsa
It was difficult to keep her head about her. This was why Elsa had been so hesitant many times before with helping. She had wanted to try, though. Wanted to see just what she could do beyond waiting and hoping that everything would turn out well. Anna would want her to be safe, but also want her to embrace what she could do.
Two creatures had been frozen solid and another was crumbling when she heard Qrow call out his warning to her. It had happened almost in slow motion. Like the moment she had watched her own spell penetrate Anna's heart.
The hellhound's claws dug into her side leaving deep cuts that tore through her clothing and skin. It was pain unlike anything Elsa had felt. The wounds weren't lethal. They could heal over time, but the discomfort was apparent. Enough to make her drop to her knees and create a weak barrier to ward off the hellhound.