She won't though. Elsa's still out cold (hurr hurr) but not completely unconscious. In her sleep she's clinging onto whatever it is that's holding her. What even is holding her?

Finally fluttering awake, she flinches, minor bruising and such finally registering. Ow. Also, metal. Metal?

Oh.

This wasn't normal. Was she trapped? Where was she? The panic begins to pool and turn into ice, freezing the surfaces of Deckard's hand and chest. He's not squishing her though, she's being held.

"What's going on? P-Please, let me down!"