Elsa couldn't help but feel she was being treated with a little less regality than was expected of someone of her stature, but then again, she was rather new to the experience of being manhandled by a gigantic child. On the other hand, it seemed that she was feeling a strange sort of enjoyment. Bonnie's energy radiated into Elsa, with the mere contact of the child creating an odd feeling of ecstasy.
Is this what being played with is supposed to feel like? Elsa wondered. We haven't even gotten all the way upstairs yet!
Granted, Elsa had a fairly restricted knowledge of what it felt like to enjoy time with others. Still, she knew enough to realize that this was something completely different. It wasn't merely that she was excited to be in Bonnie's company; it felt like rejuvenation. Much later, after she learned about the idea of electricity, Elsa came to describe the sensation as being "recharged", a sentiment shared by Woody and his fellows.
Elwood, now fully awake and roaming the house, scattered as Bonnie bolted straight for her room, throwing open the door and ignoring her mother's distant voice saying no running in the house. She flopped onto the bed, Elsa in hand, and quickly started belting out a tune Elsa had some familiarity with.
Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymo-o-ore! Let it go! Let it go! Turn away and slam the door!
Elsa noted that Bonnie was some distance from achieving perfect pitch, and had rather questionable intonation. Then again, she thought to herself, can I even be sure that I still have my singing? It seems like I could have a tough time with the intricacies of vocalization when I have no lungs.
Elsa then took a moment to mentally remind herself that she was, in fact, a walking, talking, living toy, and probably shouldn't spend an absurd amount of time questioning the details of her existence. Best to just get on with living.
Bonnie briefly laid Elsa aside in order to reach across her bed, picking Woody off of the floor. She rolled back over, grabbed Elsa, and quickly struck up a conversation between the two.
"Well howdy there, little lady!" mimicked Bonnie, shaking Woody a bit to suggest his movements. "You've got some mighty strange dress for someone down in this part of the west! What's your name?"
"Well I'll be", squeaked Bonnie, in a voice that Elsa found brutally dissimilar to her own, and entirely unbecoming of her character. "My name's Elsa, and I think I've got myself pretty darn lost! This doesn't look anything like Arendelle!"
"Now, I don't know too much about this Arendelle," Bonnie-as-Woody replied, "but I know a couple of Elsa's and they aren't none too friendly! One of them tried to steal from my good friend Indiana Jones!" Bonnie leapt off her bed and pulled a small figurine of a lightly bearded man with a whip off of the windowsill.
"That's right!" said Bonnie, imitating the newcomer. "Those Elsa's are nothing but trouble."
As all this happened, Elsa felt a strange sensation overcome her. Her eyes were starting to glaze over, and Bonnie and the bed fell slowly out of focus. Suddenly, she couldn't feel Bonnie there at all, and saw the landscape reform in front of her. Huh? She was baffled to find she was suddenly in some kind of strange wooden tavern – a saloon, as the word suddenly occurred to her, despite having no foreknowledge of what a saloon was – and saw Woody and… Mr. Jones, was it? They were standing directly in front of her, and they were no longer merely being shaken by Bonnie, but talking in their own voices – yet Elsa realized that they were still speaking the child's words.
And so was she.
"How dare you try to judge me? I'm not one of your "other Elsa's", Mr. Jones, I am a Queen, and a highly respectable woman!"
"That's Dr. Jones to you, miss "Queen Elsa", and I don't like your attitude!"
"Now hold on, just hold on!" said Woody. "Let's just see if Elsa here can prove herself special! Well, Elsa?"
"As much as I can't believe you men think you can just order me to do things," replied Elsa, "I think now would be a perfect time to show off my ice powers!"
Ice powers? thought Elsa. Oh no! I can't do my ice powers!
Dr. Jones wasn't having it. "Pfft. Ice powers, that's rich. What kind of woman has ice—"
Elsa suddenly felt her powers coursing through her, and blasted a sheet of ice from her fingertips, pinning Dr. Jones right against the saloon wall.
"Wow!" exclaimed Woody. "Now those are some ice powers if I ever saw any! My, my, missy, you really are something special!"
Elsa smirked. "Meh," remarked Dr. Jones, trying to shrug off his embarrassment. "I've seen the Holy Grail. This is everyday for me."
"You saying you want some more?" Elsa snapped cheekily.
"I think that's enough for today, ma'am," replied Jones, giving her a cocky grin.
Suddenly Elsa heard a voice from far away, stating Bonnie I made some cookies are you going to have any? The world dissolved in front of her, fading back into Bonnie's room. Now she was just a toy again, with Woody and Dr. Jones in the girl's other hand. Gently she laid them all down, remarking on how fun that was and how they really must do it again some time, before bolting down the stairs. The faraway voice again told Bonnie that she really needs to stop running in the house.
With the child out of the room, Elsa slumped backward, slowly regaining her senses. Feebly, she tried to work her ice magic again, with no success. "What on Earth was that!" she blurted out loud.
Woody got up and walked over to her, extending a warm hand to help her get up. "That, miss Elsa" he said, imitating Bonnie's Woody-voice, "was playtime. Exciting, isn't it?"
"You can say that again," Elsa replied. "I never played with toys very much, but that was never quite what it felt like to me."
"Always depends on the imagination," said Woody with a grin. "Now come on, you should meet Indiana for real. He's not quite the, ah, well, chauvinist he was in that little scenario." He motioned her over to Dr. Jones.
"Pleased to meet you," said Elsa, unsure of whether she should shake his hand, given the size difference between them, but holding it out nonetheless. Indiana took it, and said "Ma'am", with the same cheeky grin he was wearing before.
Before proper introductions could be made, the trio heard Bonnie heading upstairs, and quickly flopped back into their prior positions, awaiting round two.