[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!]

Comments

[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.

[naismith]

[His smile never wavers, but he takes her curtsy as cue that it's safe to approach her, and he walks over to a more comfortable conversation distance.]

Oh no, it's not a disturbance. Far from it. But I've never seen anything like it. [He's seen some strange things at home, but all in the realm of the scientifically explainable.] You were born with it? Is it magic, then, or--?

[Miles is terminally nosy. She had said it wasn't rude for him to ask.]

[snedronningen]

[Really. She doesn't consider it rude. I mean who doesn't want to ask about magic powers?]

It's magic, at least, as far as I know. No one else in our family has ever had powers like mine.

[naismith]

[He's used to dealing with very foreign cultures. Miles is well aware that rudeness standards differ, and he's liable to break all of them.]

So you're unprecedented. [He says that with a satisfied look, coming from his own deep desire to be uniquely skilled himself.] You must be rightfully proud of your talents.