[Sometimes, Elle is too lost in her own little world to notice anything substantial happening around her. Or in this case, directly behind her.

She's too busy scolding a couple of sparrows that have flown in (through the broken balcony windows, courtesy of Corvus) and have decided to settle in her Christmas tree.]

Hey, who said you could come in here?

[Though note how she doesn't tell them to leave, not just yet.]

Ugh, you're making needles fall off the tree...

[Good thing the broom is nearby, leaning against the wall from having being used earlier in the day. She grabs it and starts sweeping, and keeps talking to them.]

What kind of Queen is supposed to clean up after her servants? Sheesh.