[ Gaze still one the slowly spreading ice, Elsa continues to take no notice of his hand resting on his gun. She hasn't even noticed that he has a weapon at all. In fact, she's nearly forgotten his presence, only reminded of it when he speaks again, drawing her attention quickly back to him. Oh right, another reason why this situation is very Not Good.

If telling her to chill is meant as a pun, she takes no notice of it, rather just purses her lips and tries to draw a long breath. Calm down. That's all she needs to do. ...But it's so much easier said than done. The breath shakes on its exhale and Elsa shakes her head again. ]

Maybe not yet. But I-- [ Her hands clasp, gripping tightly at one another. ] I could... And I don't know how to thaw--

[ That's when she glances downward and realizes that his feet are trapped and the ice isn't stopping there, either. There's a gasp, and any small amount of calm the deep breath may have brought her is effectively obliterated. ]

Your feet--!

[ She starts to move toward him but stops a half-second later, backing up again, remembering that she can't help and would probably only make things worse trying. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't-- You shouldn't have come over here, it's... It's not safe.