[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

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.]

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.

[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...?

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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!

[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.

[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. ]