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Elsa loves the spring. Oh, the allergies that flare up cause little frozen problems if she forgets to take medication for it, so she's ever vigilant about that, but it's a beautiful time to work at The Secret Garden. The world is slowly coming back to life and new flowers are showing themselves all the time. She's having fun with the new arrangements, and they even have a new coworker. Her nights can get busy, even dangerous; the calm of the flower shop is a welcome respite, however much she enjoys her evening patrols and Drembleydrop games with Jess.

Most afternoons are quiet here, with other people still at work. She relaxes into the peace of it, behind the counter, filling arrangement orders. It takes her a moment even to notice someone else has entered the room, and she jumps a little when she does, surprised, so absorbed she hardly heard the footsteps as they approached. "Hello. I didn't see you there."

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"That sounds awful, I'm sorry," Elsa says. The weather back home wasn't exciting to her, no; if anything, she found the snow alarming, a reminder of what she, too, could do. These days, though, she misses it. It's still home, after all, no matter how thoroughly she settles in here. She's grown used to her life in Darrow, even enjoys it, but there's still a part of her that feels she should be home, taking care of her kingdom.

"Do you miss it even so?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I miss it more and more every single day I'm here. Not that I mind this place but the Quad's my home and I've still left a lot undone back there. There's still a lot of people I need to see before I decide to settle down in one place."

She doesn't really see herself ever settling if she's honest. She loves space too much, loves her job too much and likes that, if she gets tired of one certain place, she can get into her ship and leave it. She's never stuck in one place.

"Do you miss your home?" Dutch asks. "Or was it one of those places that's better to be away from?"

For a long time, Elsa had thought she'd be happier somewhere else, in some other kingdom where she couldn't do her people harm. Maybe she'd be happier in Darrow if that hadn't changed. Though even thinking that makes her feel a bit guilty, as if she were wishing away her experiences here.

"I miss it very much," she says, nodding. "I wasn't always very happy there, but it was home. There was a lot more I would have liked to do. But I'm happy to be here, too. I guess that makes me lucky. I know a lot of people aren't."

Dutch nods, knowing she'd been one of those who hadn't been happy at first. She doesn't think she can really say she is now but she's settled, she's accepting. She would still jump at the first sign that she could go back but she's no longer spending her days trying to get home.

"Being here is...an experience," Dutch says agreeably. "I'm much more used to spending my days in a ship among the stars. Being on a planet for this long isn't typical for me so it's taken some getting used to but it's been all right. It's been different but it's been all right."

Elsa lets out a breath of a laugh and shakes her head. "When I'm from," she says, "I'd never even thought about... spaceships and flying between stars and planets. It just wasn't possible. It's still a marvel to me that anyone does it at all, let alone routinely."

She thinks she would have been too frightened, back in Arendelle, for it to seem fun. Now that her powers are better under control, though, adventures seem more enticing than they once did.

"Have you ever flown at all before?" Dutch asks curiously. There are people here who have been in planes or other forms of transportation that fly through the sky, flitting through clouds and across the sun but they never get to the inky black of space.

"You should, if you haven't," she continues on without waiting for a reply. "It's not the same as getting to float through space but it's pretty amazing. Nothing like being up there and looking down to see the small specks of humanity below you."

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