The City. It was vague, but it was more than she'd known a few seconds ago. The City. So strange that it did not have a name, like Arendelle did. Elsa hadn't heard of it anyway. What kingdom was it in? Was it even in a kingdom? Who was the ruler? It didn't look anything like any place Elsa had ever seen before. Squinting, she tried to make out the objects puncturing the cloudy sky. They were tall and sqaure, rectangular maybe? Castles? Again, Elsa had never seen castles like that before, skinny and straight with no towers. She looked back at the man, jacket flapping much less than before, and frowned at his words. He did not know Anna which meant her sister was possibly not in The City or it was simply too big. He offered to find her though and hope filled Elsa. He knew about this place, he would know where she might be, he could...sniff her out? Elsa's eyes widened slightly at the declaration. If he was a dog of some kind, the statement would have fit, but he was a man and in Arendelle, she'd never met anyone with special abilities, let alone something like that. "How-" she broke off. It didn't matter. She had nothing of Anna's on her. "I don't have anything," she finished, frowning. The wind picked up again in respond to her negative emotions. Despite the powerful gusts, he stood like stone, immovable against her storm, his arms down at his sides. He hadn't made a move to stop her. In Arendelle, it would not have been so shocking. Here? No one knew her and people feared what they didn't know and didn't understand.
"No...no...I don't-" she broke off. "I don't want to hurt you." The words echoed in her head, so familiar, and she stepped back. But if she couldn't stop the storm, if she killed someone, he would hurt her. The alternative hung unspoken, but obvious between them. "Please, I just want to go home. To be with my sister. I don't want-" She didn't want to hurt anyone. But she couldn't stop it, could she? " I can't stop it." As if to make it fact, the storm raged again, snow swirling and blowing through the city. Drifts, piles, formed on the ground. Thick icicles hung from the trees above. "I can't-"