Elsa cheers and claps her hands, as delighted as ever by her girlfriend's abilities, if, perhaps, more voluble than usual. It's cool, in the colloquial sense. It's cool in the temperature sense, too, as she focuses this time on letting it snow in the room. "We need socks or something," she decides then, because she doesn't want Jessica to freeze while they're playing, so she pulls a chair over to her dresser to rummage in the top drawer.