It was strange, knowing the person at the door would be there for her. Dorothy hadn't made many friends during her brief time on the ship, but there'd still always been the possibility. And honestly, Elsa still wasn't all that used to company anyway. She may have been getting the hang of her powers, but that didn't mean she was entirely in control, particularly when an emotional upheaval happened.
So two inches of snow covered the room and icicles hung from her side when she answered the door. She was never concerned with who was on the other side. She'd been expecting Lomea, for one. Also, she was fairly sure she could defend herself if the need arose.
"Hello," she offered, still somewhat surprised she'd found herself with a friend.