Had Elsa thought to vocalize any of her thoughts about better fashion sense she probably would have gotten laughed at. Imenry had never given any thought to her appearance and despite that men had always seemed interested enough. What she wore was for practical reasons. Pants were most suited to free and easy movement, especially on a battlefield. If Elsa tried to fight in that dress she'd send herself to the ground.
Whatever the spell that Elsa had unwittingly cast, Imenry was not immune to its effects, and felt a sudden wave of weariness flood over her. She narrowed her eyes at the woman. She knew enough about magic to know that Elsa could do something like hex her. But she had no defense against magic and so was irritated that the mage would use something like that to her advantage. True, she probably could not beat Imenry in a battle, even a spar, without her magic. But she'd asked for help.
Imenry blinked away the veil of fatigue, and shifted back. She saw that Elsa was trying to get in closer, using feinted moves to distract her. It was a good tactic, at least much better than anything she'd done before. "That's better. But there was no need to cast a spell upon me to do so." Imenry let the claymore sink into the ground so that she would no longer have to hold it. She didn't think the spell was particularly strong, and she knew that it would wear off shortly, so she'd wait it out.