[Like when they used to build forts out of their blankets in the middle of the night until it got too warm under them. Or the first scraggly little crocus popping up from under the snow. Either way, it's adorable, and Elsa can't help but giggle.]
I've... managed before. It's just a little tricky.
[Elsa won't lie; she's definitely singed her fingers trying to light the fire in her own bedroom when she'd first experienced the winter months in Ryslig. It was pretty horrible! And it wasn't as if she fumbled with the matches or anything; no, just her hand being in close proximity with the fire was enough to make her skin itch for a while afterwards. But if there was a choice between a few hours of discomfort and freezing all night... well. She can deal with it.
Besides, they have friends here now. If the fires need stoking or the other rooms need to be lit, perhaps she could ask Rapunzel or Cassandra. But... she wants to do this for Anna. There are plenty of things that happen in Ryslig that Elsa is helpless to protect Anna against or keep her away from, so something as simple as lighting a fire is something she'll happily tackle.]
You just... have to try to get rid of the match as soon as possible. [As she speaks, she works on setting up a little nest of tinder - dried out leaves from their usual prunings - on top of the logs, an easily-ignited patch that doesn't require too much handling. Elsa removes a match, and strikes it once, twice; on the third strike the match sparks an catches fire, and Elsa immediately flings it onto tinder, which the fire spreads to moments later.] See? Easy enough!
[... She says, as she's shaking out her hand. Her thumb and forefinger look a bit red, though the fire didn't even touch them; but it's more akin to the burn one would get for accidentally grabbing a pot straight off the stove than a harsh burn.]
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I've... managed before. It's just a little tricky.
[Elsa won't lie; she's definitely singed her fingers trying to light the fire in her own bedroom when she'd first experienced the winter months in Ryslig. It was pretty horrible! And it wasn't as if she fumbled with the matches or anything; no, just her hand being in close proximity with the fire was enough to make her skin itch for a while afterwards. But if there was a choice between a few hours of discomfort and freezing all night... well. She can deal with it.
Besides, they have friends here now. If the fires need stoking or the other rooms need to be lit, perhaps she could ask Rapunzel or Cassandra. But... she wants to do this for Anna. There are plenty of things that happen in Ryslig that Elsa is helpless to protect Anna against or keep her away from, so something as simple as lighting a fire is something she'll happily tackle.]
You just... have to try to get rid of the match as soon as possible. [As she speaks, she works on setting up a little nest of tinder - dried out leaves from their usual prunings - on top of the logs, an easily-ignited patch that doesn't require too much handling. Elsa removes a match, and strikes it once, twice; on the third strike the match sparks an catches fire, and Elsa immediately flings it onto tinder, which the fire spreads to moments later.] See? Easy enough!
[... She says, as she's shaking out her hand. Her thumb and forefinger look a bit red, though the fire didn't even touch them; but it's more akin to the burn one would get for accidentally grabbing a pot straight off the stove than a harsh burn.]