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"So, who's training who here?" Elsa asked.
"Well, Your Majesty, I think we can both learn something from each other, don't you?" Adan asked.
"I suppose so," Elsa answered. Then they began sharing different techniques that they had learned over the years. Elsa had less to share than Adan, since she had mainly tried concealing hers for thirteen years, whereas Adan never did. They began battlng each other, learning different strategies that would help in real battles. At one point, Adan had thrown a row of fireballs at her, and one of them just gently skimmed her shoulder. She hissed in pain, then put her hand over the burn, healing it up quickly.
"Are you okay?" Adan asked.
"Yeah. I-I'm fine," Elsa answered, taking a deep breath and standing up straight again. "Let's keep going." What Elsa didn't realize was that, when Adan burned her, a thin strand of hair turned black. Adan, on the other hand, did notice it. He knew how to get the upper hand on her now when he and Hans attacked them. He just had to figure out what would do the most damage on her.