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β woah , so you can control and make ice ? that's super cool ! that has to be a pretty amazing thing to have , woah hold on a second . are you a magical girl by any chance ? Β β
unprompted ask / always accepting! / @hogarsis
"Yes, I can control and make ice... Well, ice and snow. Have you heard about my ice palace?" She holds back on mentioning Olaf and Marshmallow, simply because she didn't want to overwhelm her. She also didn't want to encourage the girl to ask if she could make her a friend. It wouldn't be the first time she was asked to make a friend from snow for someone. A lot of Arendelle's younger children were bound to ask her for such things, but she quickly distracted them by making them gifts made entirely out of ice.
Elsa smiles at the little pun she hears from the awestruck girl's lips, natural and not forced at all. She is instantly reminded of both Olaf and Anna at the same time when she gazes down at this stranger. She doubts the younger girl intended to make a joke, but she still found herself smiling. She is quite positive that both Olaf and Anna would love to meet this new guest, simply because she has that same energetic personality. Anna, she imagined, would no doubt love to have a younger sister.
Their parents were lucky enough to be blessed with two children, but Elsa always got the impression that Anna always wanted to have a younger sibling... She got along with so many of the children in Arendelle. She was always the perfect sibling in Elsa's eyes, so she has never wanted any other siblings. The blue-haired girl standing before her looked too young to be traveling all by herself. She should be guarded, safe in the arms of a family member...
Yet she is, all alone.
She wields a very fine-looking sword, something Elsa is very quick to take note of, but she is still hardly prepared for Arendelle's colder climate. How is she not shivering from the cold yet? She must have very tough skin to be able to last this long by herself, a very strong soul. That will simply not do, Elsa quietly decides to herself. She knows very well that it's a good thing to be armed in such a dangerous world, even if Arendelle is one of the more safer places to be. But it isn't always the most warmest of places, not during the colder seasons anyway.
Her clothes are strange, something that would never be seen in Arendelle, but Elsa can still appreciate good fashion when she sees it. The material is very fine, including the color palette, yes... But it is hardly the right clothes for someone to be wearing on such a cold day, especially that insanely short skirt. Feeling her big sister instincts kicking in, Elsa automatically hands the traveler her dark blue cloak once she slowly unclasps it from her body. It was only for show since such cold weather never bothers her, something to wear to not feel so out of place in a crowd of cold citizens. She instantly decided the velvet cloak would be better in the care of someone who needed it.
"A magical girl?" The question throws her off guard...
"I've never been called a magical girl before, but... I suppose I am? I'm a female and magical, after all. Is that what you mean by magical girl?" Elsa asked, feeling like she is missing something very important... Her smile, however, does begin to fade away as confusion starts to settle upon her face. She tilts her head to the side, pondering on the question.
She has been called many things in the past, but a magical girl is a first for her.
"I know you are very impressed with my power, but I'm more impressed with how you can wield such a fine weapon at such a young age. Are your parents skilled in swordsmanship as well?" Elsa inquired gently, skillfully directing the topic back to Sayaka. It's a geuine compliment and question, but she also wants to find out more information on this lone girl. Elsa, however, knows how delicate serious conversations can be at such a young age. Girls, growing girls, needed to be handled with a delicate hand.
"I do apologize for asking this, but... Is that truly your natural hair color? It looks beautiful. I've never seen someone with blue hair." Elsa added, unable to help herself from asking such a question.
