[OPEN] Elsa's lettin' it go and ur invited

[snedronningen]

Characters: Elsa and YOU!
Date: 1/30 and one thread waaay back dated to Kristoff and Anna’s arrival!
Location: Wood Sector’s park.
Situation: venting out frustration by making ice things
Warnings/Rating: none! Spoilers in the Hans thread though

[The cold bites in the air as shapes crystallize around her. Forming, flying, flinging themselves at the sky. She’s experimenting with shapes and even seeing how far she can push and decide the color of her ice. It’s another castle, or building, rather. She’s not rehashing her old design, but taking bits and pieces from places she knows of in faraway lands. There’s a hint of French rococo to the architecture of the palace she builds this time. Though, not without her own flair, of course. Her own Versailles will be filled with hints of snowflakes and jutting icicles, she had always been an artist at heart, she didn’t want to completely copy another person’s work.

Elsa, of course, doesn’t feel the chill at all. She steps and observes every little fractured bit around her with intense scrutiny and thought. From the outside it could look like a dance of sorts, her moving around stepping so carefully in her gown with ease. There’s a grace and elegance to it all.

But there is no creation without frustration, of course. Especially right now. So many things are going on in her mind right now, her current situation, her sister and Kristoff being here.

And Hans.

Her nose wrinkles at the very thought of his sideburns—and her magic is interrupted. A sharp short burst and an intricate snowflake arching suddenly turns into spikes.

She takes a moment to breathe—she needed to clear her emotions, again. She had thought that coming out here and being by herself may help with the tumultuous amounts of feelings she was having, but no. Of course not. It’s never that easy.]

[OOC: If you'd prefer a custom starter somewhere else, please just tell me!]

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For Hans - Backdated to 01/05 (also Anna is secretly spying.. also spoilers likely)

[snedronningen]

[All Hans would receive was an encrypted text message from Elsa detailing a meeting spot and a time.

This time not in the Fire sector, but Wood. Late at night and secluded. She didn’t want to explain what she was doing with Hans. Never mind that it would possibly start to seem suspicious that she never talked to him or acknowledged his presence.

Unlike their last private meeting, this time Elsa stands proud and tall, looking ready to face any challenge as she waits for Hans to show his head. After all, this time she had people to protect and watch after. This wasn’t just about her any more.]

[hanssome]

[The message, being vague at best, didn't inspire much desire to pay Elsa a visit. It's never a smart move to venture into a situation with so many blatantly absent details, but he's a man without many options. If it appeases her to be needlessly manipulative, he won't throw stones out of his glass house.

The wood sector is an odd choice, but he's more than aware of the fact that Anna lives there. He supposes it isn't too strange for Elsa to visit her, but to host a meeting there is setting off all kinds of alarm bells.

Regardless, he has no real reason to wriggle out of the meeting, so he'll trudge on over looking equally proud but not at all interested in her. When he comes across her, he gives her a bland look like she's a big old rock in his path.]

Queen Elsa.

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Prince Hans.

[She's not thrown off by his attitude. Or rather, lack of one. A blank slate is one that is impossible to read, after all.]

I don't suppose I have to tell you what this is about.

Tell me if this is okay!

[bindsthedead]

[Magic is something Sabriel has always been attuned to. So when she feels a hint of it on the wind, she follows it.

It's beautiful is what she thinks, and motivated half by curiosity and half by an odd sense of playfulness, she adds a little magic of her own. Marks for light slip through the air, diffusing into a shining, heatless illumination as they seeped into the ice.]

That's... Impressive, your majesty.

Awesome =A=b

[snedronningen]

[She's almost a little shocked when she sees Sabriel, but it quickly dissolves to a polite smile.

She knew this girl meant well, even if she had the idea to teach magic to most anyone who came across her path.]

Thank you. Though I'm afraid I'm not as concentrated as I should be today.

[She presses her lips together and sends a long glance at the spikes of ice ruining the near perfect facade. She'll fix it in a moment, when she's got her wits about her again.

However, she can't help but notice the magic Sabriel has put into her ice as well.]

What was that you did just now?

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel bites back a lecture on caution- Elsa seems to know that well enough- certainly more than some of her students she could name.]

Just a light spell- there's no heat in it, so it won't melt anything. [With a gesture, she lets the light intensify a bit, watching as it refracts thought the ice and splits into a rainbow of hues.]

It was actually one of the first spells I ever learned.

[mythically]

<sub>( diana's been assigned to the wood sector, so she's made it her business to be familiar with it. she's already selected a clearing to train in, and she knows most of the local businessowners. the temperament of the people here suits her well, and though she spends time in fire and metal with certain friends, she is making a concerted effort to make this sector her home.

so today she's making her way back to her apartment when she notices the chill in the air, and then the structure between the trees. for a moment she's reminded of tora-- but ice, powerful as she is, has never had this kind of scope with her powers. so diana tries to get closer, her eyes wide with a kind of awe.

she's usually not much bothered by changes in the weather, but in the loose clothing she's wearing she can still feel the cold. if she notices the sudden change in the ice-- the spiking mood-- she doesn't show it as she steps forward and lifts a hand in greeting. )</sub>

That's beautiful. Are you using the moisture in the air, or...?

[snedronningen]

[She cranes her head to get a better look around at Diana. Ah, she really was in her head today. To not even notice someone approaching.]

No, not really. [Explaining her powers... also something new. No one back home ever asked questions about how they worked...] I can create ice and snow, even in the middle of summer.

[--Even turn summer into winter.]

Though the cold helps the process a little.

[There's a bit of a shy smile right there.]

[mythically]

I see. _{( diana nods, completely content with that explanation. )}

It's very impressive.

_{( she's always had an appreciation for what others can do-- part of that is necessity; as a leader, she needs to know where and how people will work best. but another side of that is still a genuine wonder at everything the people of many worlds are capable of. everything is always new to her, in some ways. )}

I hope you don't mind the intrusion.

[ixis]

Exploration is still high on his list of priorities and he's determined to at least get a decent bird eye's view of each of the sectors. A bat-shaped figure swoops over the forest-like Wood Sector, taking in the sights and buildings as he goes. Though the distinct ripple of nearby elemental magicks makes Naugus' attention and direction gain a finer focus. Intent on investigating, the mage changes course and makes a beeline for the park.

In the middle of looking around for the precise source or caster of the sensed magicks, Naugus looks one way and the other, searching with a curious eye. Though his search prevents him from looking where he's going, and especially prevents him from realizing an ice spire has just sprung up in his path. DONK. The wizard smacks into the sparkling structure with an undignified sound. Then drops like a rock into a snowbank a few feet behind Elsa with a soft 'paf' sound. All that's visible of him now is part of his limp tail. Not one of his better flights, not one of his better landings.

[snedronningen]

She hears him before she sees him, and to say she's a bit horrified would be downplaying it. She hadn't honestly expected anyone to fly through the airspace- especially when she was building. She turns and rushes over to the snow bank, only a little daunted by his obviously inhuman form. That... really wasn't unusual here anyway.

"I'm sorry!" She's not sure if she should step forward or not, still cautious considering her circumstances, "Are you alright?"

[ixis]

That tail, previously still, flops and swishes around once he hears a voice. A pair of legs kick, trying to get the snow off of him and get his boots back under him.

"FINE. I'm f-...augh. Fine. Perfectly all right." Naugus is finally upright, dusting more snow off of his person. Despite his grumpy assurances otherwise, he's already got a bruise forming above one eyebrow from his (kinda comical) collision. He huffs and hisses a few times to himself before finally giving a better look at the girl who's apologizing. Frowning, he looks from her to where he'd fallen from, realizing now he's looking at an ice structure! A building, it seems!

Naugus looks back to the pale woman and points at her construction project. "Did you make that?"

[magicalpadawan]

[Molly tends to keep an eye on most magic-users, generally. It's easy to sense when someone's been using it, at least, and she has reason to be wary of Elsa. --Or, perhaps, she's just being paranoid, but hey. In any case, she is watching from some distance off, hidden (and generally invisible) behind a shield, but it flickers in and out of existence every once in a while. She's not exactly concentrating as much as she should be, here.]

[snedronningen]

[Magic isn't something Elsa can exactly sense. She has a kinship to snow and ice and cold, she's more sensitive to the fluctuations in that, but general magic? Not entirely.

However, that also means that Molly may get caught up in Elsa's building activities, entirely unintentional, of course.

So uh, there may be a tower spiralling up from underneath you Molly. Watch out]

[magicalpadawan]

[--Whoa, hey, that is definitely the ground being about five feet lower than it should be, and that's a bit of a yelp from Molly as the shield dissolves. She frowns down at the ground, considering jumping -- but y'know, she's already broken her leg once, she'd rather not do it again, and she doesn't have the slightest control over winds like Harry does, so she does what any badass wizard lady would do.]

Well, crap. [There's a squint in the direction of Elsa, and she waves her arms over her head.] Hi, uhm. Help?

[denyamenti]

[ Bakura crosses the Wood Sector on a daily basis and is used to seeing some oddities but this is definitely high up on that list. He's stopped to observe and though he appears properly awestruck at the construction, frankly the thief is just surprised at the blatant use of magic out in the open like this. The Ring tucked safely under his sweater, he adopts one of Ryou's pleasant expressions and lifts a hand in greeting. ]

Ah, hello. I hope I'm not interrupting but... I wanted to say how amazing that is.

[snedronningen]

[She glances back once she hears a new voice and shoots him a smile, more reserved but there. There was some small comfort in the fact that she could be so open with her powers, and that people seemed to enjoy them.]

Not at all. [She pulls some hair out of her face and tries to gain back a bit more composure. Though her previous thoughts are still haunting the back of her mind.] Thank you, it's always nice to hear people enjoy what I can do.

[Mainly... because she really never heard it before from anyone but her sister.]

[naismith]

[Miles watches avidly, absorbing every tidbit he can glean through observation alone. He hasn't had a chance to watch magic being performed before, which is what he assumes this is. If he wants to succeed in his goals in this place, he needs a better understanding of it.

This is quite beautiful, though his mind instantly leaps to combat applications when he sees that burst of spikes. That seems impolitic to suggest out loud to her. Lovely young ladies don't tend to be interested in that-- which is a pity. The ones that are endear themselves to Miles incredibly.

For now, he waits until she's come to a good stopping point, and then applauds long enough to be polite and announce his presence. It's not insincere applause. He's a small, four-foot-eight form in warm kedan clothes, offering a cordial smile.] That was spectacular. What was it? Ah-- is that rude to ask?

[snedronningen]

[The applause is a nice surprise. It's rare that anyone ever gave her that. She gives a little curtsy, a bit awkward and like her sister-- a bit unusual from the queen, but she's unused to the appreciation of her magic--]

It's not rude to ask at all. [She'd been open about it after all] I was born with the ability to create ice and snow.

[She says as if there's nothing interesting about that at all.] I hope I'm not disturbing anyone, I just wanted to let off some energy.

[soulstoker]

Wow... [Even if Leia herself is a bit chilly with all the ice, it's hard to notice that when she's watching all of it just come to life. The spikes might be unintended, but to her it's all still incredible.]

This is amazing! I've never seen magic like this before!

[snedronningen]

[...Okay, she's still getting used to meeting people she's only seen on the network in person. It's interesting to say the least.]

Thank you-- [She offers Leia a smile] You said you had magic in your world, correct? You really don't have anything like this?

[She's still learning about the particular differences between everyone's homes, of course.]

[superieure]

[Monet's only come here because the coffee was nice, when she'd used this place for a meeting spot. She'd gotten a small paper cup, portable, and was enjoying the fresh winter air. The cold never bothered her and thus she wasn't dressed for it.]

[She ignores everything around her - only keeping an ear listening to the buzz n the turtle, both near and far. Super-hearing had its perks, and its drawbacks. She was never truly in a place of quiet. That's made clear when an errant bit of snow from Elsa decides to befriend Monet. She flicks it off, irritated, and is about to open her mouth to give this nutcase a piece of her mind when she spots some of that architecture. French.]

[Closing her book, she watches, with a mixture of amusement and homesickness, and when Elsa takes a moment to catch her breath, Monet claps for her, politely.]

I find shows are better with an audience.

[snedronningen]

[Well now Elsa is getting used to the intrusions. Though, even with her aloof personality and her hesitance to make contact with people-- she doesn't really mind it. It's some combination of people appreciating her magic, and the fact that she can get her mind off the conundrum she was in-- Either way, she gives Monet a smile.]

I've never really had the pleasure of having an audience before.

[She still had yet to show off her powers to her people back home. The truth had all just been aired out, and the final celebration had been a few days away...]

[sizzle]

[ Zuko was still fairly new to this land, but it hadn't taken that long to figure out that each of the individual sectors had its own style, and while he didn't spend most of his time in the Wood Sector, he'd visited enough times to be fairly certain that a grand structure made of ice was not part of the area's aesthetics.

The sudden appearance of the building wasn't hard to figure out, seeing as the woman responsible for it was in clear sight using moves he'd never seen before, and seeming to pull the ice out of nowhere. Zuko knew bending when he saw it (at least, he certainly thought he did), but this was not like any form of waterbending he'd come across before.

He doesn't even think twice about approaching her while occasionally cutting glances towards the building. ]

[snedronningen]

[The first thing Elsa should really do is get better in tuned to her surroundings. Though, at least this time she spots Zuko walking up. She glances at him quickly and acknowledges him with an incline of her head, unsure if he wants to talk or not, before returning to examining her creation.

A short sigh escapes her lips and then she raises her hands, doing her best to delicately dissolve the spikes before trying to rebuild it into something more pleasing.]