[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

[superieure]

[Her expression softens. Being the queen was all well and good but she can imagine being alone and scared when they first manifested, or hurting someone with them, like most young mutants did. Monet herself wouldn't admit to being scared, or alone, but it still wasn't easy to wake up one day and find out you had super-strength and telepathy and super-hearing and god knows what else all at once. She'd learnt to control it, but the memory was always there.]

[Instead of replying directly, she stands, hovers in mid-air, and walks over to Elsa's side, keeping the distance a stranger would, and mirrors Elsa's smile.]

So have I.

[A beat.]

Is it only the ice, or water, as well?

[snedronningen]

[She watches Monet with wonderment. She had powers herself, but it was almost refreshing to see other practice theirs in front of her with such ease.]

Ice and snow. Though I can freeze over water instantly. And... I really haven't tried to push my powers entirely.

[She says as she stands in front of an entire building she created herself while hardly breaking a sweat.]

[superieure]

You must enjoy being in the middle of winter.

[Did Keeliai even do winter normally? Who knew.]

The good news is there's no lack of people to practice with.

[snedronningen]

It's nice.

[An honest, if not short, answer.]

Many people have offered to help me learn how to use my magic more. [... that makes it sound like she's completely out of control AND RLY... in some ways she is So she's quick to add on to that.] I've never had someone to practice with before. I'd like to see if anyone has any pointers.

[superieure]

[Short answers are better than lies.]

You know the age-old adage, "it comes from within" ?

[snedronningen]

Yes, at least I've heard variations on it.

[superieure]

[A cordial smile.]

I'm not sure if I should be amused or feel ashamed that such a trite saying is true. [A beat.] All in the imagination.