Oh. Elsa's not sure how a planet can be in a dimension, but she nods along anyway. If it's important, she can ask later. The second half she understands better.

"It sounds like a nice place," she says. "Runestones that let you use natural magic. Understanding where it comes from." Elsa looks down at her hands and the spikes of ice around her frozen cider as she muses over this. She still doesn't understand her own. Why does she have it? Where did it come from? Why her?