Elsa, looking totally out of place in the rural feeling town stumbled upon a scene that was in and of itself, rather out of place. Elves and humans crawling out windows and the general feel of a ruckus taking place outside of the tavern.  The look upon her face and her posture clearly indicated that she was not ammused and that she was, at least in her mind, above the mess taking  place.  She places a hand upon her curvy hip and watched the scene unfold for a moment, though her appearance was difficult to go unnoticed dressed in her frilly pink outfit and with her bright platinum hair.