This story was starting to sound like a full-on fairytale, but after befriending a fairy, (and a knight, and a dragon,) Sam wasn't about to discount it---not at all. She listened, rapt, until Elsa decided a demonstration was in order, startled into a wordless exclamation by the sight. Then:

"That's friggin' fantastic! What---what do you do, to do that? How long have you been able, and! An entire country..." Sam clapped her hands together, shaking her head and laughing a little. "I've got some good tricks, but they're all much smaller scale. Skin-deep stuff, I should say; that's my sphere."

She cupped her chin with one hand, and cast a contemplative eye at Elsa. "No, you didn't. Coronation... as in, you've become queen?" It hit her, really hit her, and the cupping hand rose to cover her face.

"Oh, man. It took me minutes to swear in front of you; my mother would be mortified."