[Elsa is aware he is so much larger. But that doesn't stop her attempting to wave her hands, to get his attention that he stops and doesn't also get affected by the flowers like she did. She tries to wave her arms, to call out to him but whether or not he might notice, he might see or hear her being this small and quiet in comparison to usual. Well, that remains to be seen. Or she might already be too late that the flowers have already begun to change him too. After a moment.]
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