Time to settle down for a meeting?

WHAT meeting? A meeting to ban her from existence, all thanks to the icy powers she couldn't even control?

Elsa frowned at the lady then headed toward an empty seat. She patted it a few times...and then the arm rest, too. Would it turn to ice? It didn't, so she breathed a sigh of relief then sat down. Leaning over, she asked the person next to her, "Do you think a snowman could survive in here?"

Her poor friend. Where was he anyway?