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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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And really, what else was there to say? There was no way for her to explain where or why this had happened to her.
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"This is art! As I said, the finesse! The fine-tuned crafting! I can only dream of doing this so effortlessly with my own ice abilities, and only be a mild pretender with crystals."
All magic-users should be praised and told they're good at what they do! That's Naugus' take on the matter.