Elsa tries not to visibly tense when she's approached, dreading what this stranger is going to ask her about and trying not to. She clasps her hands to stop herself from fidgeting nervously and meets Jean's smile with a sort of pinched, placid look of her own.

But then the question's not about her parents or politics, and it catches her off guard. The surprise definitely shows for a moment before she tries to school her features back into something a little more neutral.

"Thank you." She fumbles for something to add. "Yours is beautiful, too."