No, Elsa has no idea what any of that means in context. It sounds terrible -- things like Controller and Abomination and not being free, much less unable to tell anyone his name make her brows crease in concern.

But she doesn't ask for context, or for more explanation than he's willing to give. This place is already uncomfortable enough without dragging up remembered pain. It doesn't feel like the time.

"I'm Elsa," she says. And, after a moment, she folds her hands in front of her, drawing her shoulders up in a shrug and adds like she's admitting it, "Queen of Arendelle." She hopes she says it with dignity, instead of the weight she's been trying not to feel under it. That's the only weight the title carries around here, but not saying it feels like hiding, and she doesn't like that. "It's nice to meet you, Alloran-Semitur-Corrass. It's kind of you to speak with me about why I might have heard that voice. I don't know what happened, but I'm," she says, and feels like this is safe, "glad you can tell me your name."