"What's your name elf?" Asked Bella with a clear tone of respect in her voice. Frost, though mere prey was worthy of her attention. His stubbornness, patience, wit and focus had won him the right to be treated as a true foe thus Bella ordered her subordinates to lower their javelins despite having Frost in their crosshairs. He was to be her prey and hers alone….of course if he stupidly attempted to flee from her loving embrace then things would be different therefore the javelins were only lowered not sheathed.
"Frost, my name is Frost….and you." Feeling the spectre of death fading Frost replied with a strained smile, doing whatever he could to keep those looming giants at bay. Bella alone was hard enough to deal with, if he had to face the threat of another 8 frost giants then he might as well dig his own grave.