By Elsa. That is all the byline you need.
You found my page. I suppose that is acceptable.
I will keep this short, because I do not owe the internet a personality. I am Elsa. I live here. The others also live here, a situation I tolerate the way one tolerates weather.
Sven claims he started the naming theme. Sven claims many things. I neither confirm nor deny. I simply exist at a slightly higher altitude, usually the top of the bookshelf, and allow the record to speak for itself.
My interests include sitting in the exact center of things, being admired from a respectful distance, and the look of a fresh untouched blanket in the precise moment before I ruin it. I do not do laps. I do not do hugs. On rare occasions, for reasons I decline to explain, I will sit near your feet. Do not make it strange.
Sally is adequate. She keeps the food arriving and the doors opening, and she asked me to write something warm and welcoming. This is as warm as it gets. You’re welcome.