Logan was very special. It was the only way he was able to stand up against Elsa, to withstand the torrent of snow and storm and the only reason he was brave enough to dare challenge her. He knew, out of the pair of them, he was the strongest. But he didn't want to hurt her, and wouldn't unless she made him. He never tried hurting good people willingly, and he knew she wasn't harming the town out of malice. It seemed more like fear.
"I know other ways of trackin' other than scent. There is a phone book and a Directory. A map of the locations. We will find your sister if she is here. You got my word, and that ain't somethin' I give out freely."
Then Logan bared his teeth, fangs exposed, as the wind picked up. "Ya can't hurt me. I'm a healer by nature. But ya can hurt the others an I can hurt you. Don't wanna, but you ain't givin' me much of a choice."
And then Logan decided he had to do something. Anything to get the storm to stop. He lifted his hands and curled them around her, lifting Elsa from her feet in hopes of distracting her. He held her, bridal style, and leapt them over to where the phone book and directory would be. "Let's find yer sister. Yeah?"