[ Elsa may not be great with social interactions, but she at least knows enough not to call the woman out on the smile that isn't quite genuine. So she breezes on to the question, a small, answering smile on her lips. And like Tifa's, it's not quite right, a little awkwardness pulling at the edges of it. ]

I... I guess that is what they'd call me here. On my world, we don't really have a word for it.

[ Largely because she's the only person from Arendelle with magic, at least in their known history. A more accurate word to her knowledge would probably just be "spirit", but...

Well. Wizard works.

Elsa's smile broadens a little; she's aiming for something friendlier now, with less of the awkwardness of meeting someone new and not knowing how to describe herself, less of the panic at having potentially endangered someone - again - with her powers. ]

I'm Elsa. Your shield was impressive, too. Is that light magic?