[ Elsa's perturbed at first, perhaps she's read the wrong number, or there was some kind of mistake, as co-ed was not exactly explicitly stated on this...whole to-do.

She nods cautiously---wordlessly, at first, before looking back at the list of assignments and no, for now, she would sty until she could otherwise afford to. Softly, she acknowledges. ]

You'll find that I desire quite the same. Privacy, a bed. Quiet.

As for decorating...

[ The place was stark in comparison to the garish decor of the palace at Arendelle. It didn't bother her that it didn't look like home or anything, but...her tone is meek, still surveying her surroundings, unsure. ]

Maybe I'll save some sprucing up for later.

...Elsa.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Fenris.