Elsa laughs as they fly upwards, pleased as ever to find this doesn't get old for her. The exhilaration is there no matter how many times it happens, the thrill of being high in the air with nothing but Jessica's arm around her to keep her up, to keep her safe.

The hammock itself allows for something similar when she glances over the side, realizing how high up they are. It's sort of a false excitement, she thinks; there's no real danger for either of them. But maybe that's why she can enjoy it rather than panicking. She shifts to the side to make room for Jessica, tucking her legs under her. "Qu'est-ce que tu veux que je dire?" she asks, smirking a little. "I haven't practiced in ages, but it's polite to know how when the French ambassador visits or someone like that. It's nice up here."