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tushanshu_logs2014-01-31 07:08 pm
snedronningen) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-01-31 07:08 pm
[OPEN] Elsa's lettin' it go and ur invited
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!]
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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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. ]
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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.]
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Where did you learn to do that?
[ Okay, well he wasn't trying before, and she still noticed him. Now that he's close enough he can talk without yelling he's wasting no time with introductions and just getting right to the questioning. All manners all the time, this one. ]
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Oh well, whatever.
Elsa turns to the newcomer, a bit surprised, but not turned off by the frankness. Most everyone was interested in her powers after all.]
I didn't learn it anywhere, I was born with this magic.
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That's not what I meant. Who taught you the techniques you're using to control it?