"Close. Twenty-one." Though his point still stands well enough. It's interesting to her, to hear that monster teens have that difficulty keeping magic controlled. Almost reassuring, in a way. It's nice to know that, at least somewhere, there are others who deal with the problem. Even if they're from an entirely separate universe, it somehow makes her feel less alone.

"That's just it, though: it isn't normal. Not for my people. I can't blame them for their fear, not when magic is something most grow up believing doesn't exist. And especially not considering what I'm capable of." Elsa wears a smile as she speaks, but it's weak and sad. She desperately wishes she'd had someone to teach her how to handle her powers as she'd grown up, maybe things would have happened differently, but as things are... "I'm dangerous. My lack of control only makes me more so."

Again, her mind goes back to Anna. How she'd very nearly killed her own sister, completely by accident. She never wants for that to happen again, not to anyone--even now as she's gotten a tiny bit more control of her magic and started getting better at no longer isolating herself entirely, she continues to fear that it will happen again. It feels inevitable.

"It may not be my fault that I had no one to explain anything to me, but that doesn't change the way things are."