As a Wood Elf Tauriel has climbed more than her share of trees, and finds familiarity in doing so—but here in this strange place she chooses to stay closer to the ground. The castle looming in the distance is most likely where she may get answers to her myriad questions of how she's ended up here, and she has every intention of exploring the inside. For now, she warily circles the outside grounds surrounding it, getting her bearings.

There is snow on the ground, lightly packed, but she walks on the surface of it with ease and a lightness of step. The cold doesn't bother her in the least; it barely registers despite her thin clothing. What does interest her, though, is the sound of a soft childish giggle that she can just barely hear over the wind and rustling of trees, and she moves in stealth in the direction of it.