[The whole situation of being in another world and around people, talking ducks included, is something Elsa hasn't gotten used to, yet. And so she tends to leave in her wake a soft trail of ice which usually doesn't last for long under a warm weather. And it does nothing but serve for herself a grim reminder of how dangerous she may be for others.

She sighs, relieved to see him climb back to the ship of common sense, feeling bad for ruining his happiness but knowing that it's for the better. She nods at his question, locked in her room, day after day, she had developed even more a love for study and details. The marks hadn't gone unnoticed by her, and she had memorized them even before they knew where they directed to.]

I did, and I remember them well.

Maybe we could build some traps on the way here or place fake marks, in case anyone comes while we're away, to keep them away from the treasure. That way when we return with a bigger and sturdier ship everything we left behind would still be waiting for you, Mister Mcduck.