Old habits die hard, and when Elsa realizes that she's not alone in this room, it almost makes her want to freeze up more. It's bad enough that she's trapped with one hand frozen to the board, but now she's about to be seen by someone that could easily turn out to be a foe instead of a friend. She's not afraid of people seeing her powers for what they are, but there is still the smallest amount of deep-seated fear of being hated for what she is.

Still, when she realizes that all John's doing is leaning against the door frame and watching her, she relaxes just slightly. "Really? I hadn't noticed." First with the way her powers seemed to bring on exhaustion out of nowhere, and second with how she couldn't create a bridge of ice, she's already begun realizing that. And now that she's frozen herself in place, it's just further confirmed.

Oh, and now he's laughing, which she might have let roll off ordinarily, and it's not even that she's angered by it, although she frowns a little.

But she still carries her experiences from being a queen with her, and as such, she straightens herself up as best as she can, trying to give off the proper appearance of one, even if she isn't one anymore. "So it would seem, but I have this under control."

Only she doesn't, not in the least, although she's not about to tell him that. "I'm glad that you find this amusing."