Elsa froze when she heard the voice. Pun not intended. Her whole body went stiff, terror filling her. She turned slowly and caught the eyes of a boy, fairly young, probably not even in his teens yet. He seemed kind enough, but that meant nothing. Was he behind this? Was it his magic that had forced her here? And then he was speaking again and...
"Em...no, I know no one named Emma." She didn't know many people at all, actually. But she certainly wasn't going to be telling a complete stranger that. She hesitated, looking up towards the sky. The clouds were so full of snow they'd turned dark. "Please just...don't come any closer."
She went to lift her hand to stop the boy from approaching and then thought better of it. That would be exactly when she'd hurt him. That was the last thing she wanted. She'd never meant to hurt anyone. Least of all her beautiful, bright little sister. If she hurt this child now, she'd never be able to forgive herself.
"My name is Elsa. I...seem to be far from home." Too far. Further than she had thought possible. This wasn't Arendelle. She didn't even think it was near Arendelle now. She hadn't run that far from the castle. Even she could tell that much.