#yokaimask

Literal Silver Fox!Robert for @yokaimask

       Heheh- Nice. Elsa grew up with a fondness for puns and wordplay. When people didn’t immediately groan she was rather pleased with herself. It was definitely better than laughing at them alone.. Like a loser.

      “You know, for someone covered in black and wearing a bunch of layers, that was ice cold.” She added, glancing over this man to size him up. What even was up with that outfit anyway? A weird time of year for a costume.

      True, Elsa knew better. But in moments like this of complete FRUSTRATION, she didn’t care what the “right” way was. She just saw the hanging bag in front of her and a means to let out her anger on something other than a PERSON. Even if it left her knuckles sore and tirred afterward.

     With a sigh she let him cut in and allowed her arms to fall back to her sides. She pulled a towel from the back of a nearby chair and wiped her brow and neck before she turned to him.

      “You DON’T?” Elsa asked, pulling back the offered bag of Hershey kisses as if he had offended them. 

      Who didn’t like CHOCOLATE?? It was the perfect dessert! .... Maybe he was allergic. That had to be it. Ah well. She wouldn’t force it. What he did or didn’t eat really was none of her business.

      “Hmm... That’s fine. More for me, then.”

      Elsa’s mouth pulled back in a delighted BEAM as her machines dumped piles of artificially created snow upon the man’s shoulders. Created by thousands of nanobots snap freezing the water particles in the air and dropping it on him like a miniature blizzard.

      Worked like a dream! The practical applications were still to be seen... but at least she knew the technology worked!

      “I accept your surrender.” She smugly told him, smirking as she pressed a button on the back of her wrist to turn off the weather.

     "WHY?! WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAVE TO HAPPEN?!”

     Anna ignored the odd looks other her fellow classmates as she raced across the school yard and over the bridge, clutching her books tightly in her arms. Why was she always sleeping past her alarm? Her sister, Elsa, had tried ever tactic she could to wake the sleeping beauty but nothing ever worked. Nothing ever would, it seemed. 

     Anna glanced up at the glass window of the far right building, noting that that was where she should be before colliding hard into someone. She fell backwards, her books scattering on the ground as she looked up to see what had blocked her path. “Professor Callaghan! I am ssooo sorry! Like, really sorry. You’re not hurt are you?....you're not gonna mark points off on my test, are you?”