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@thawedfrost​  //  STARTER.

               °☆.。 — ❛      Everybody  LAUGHED  at  me  !      ❜

        “ and... is that a BAD thing? “

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          “You’ve been busy it seems.” It was light-hearted, and honestly, Iduna was trying to keep light of the situation. But adjusting to being away from the world for six years was hard. 

                                         “I’ve done nothing but sleep for a week, but I want all the details.”

   it was HARD not to stare -- how could she not? even now, it seems so surreal that her mother can stand in front of here. so MUCH missed, so much forsaken for HER. that guilt still exists, but she pushes it aside for a moment. 

           “ it must be difficult for your body to get used to all of this again. “

    simply stated, soft -- hands grasping before her chest as she thinks of what she should tell her mother. the stories are nearly ENDLESS. 

          “WHY YES, YES HE DID.” LeFou crosses his arms. He meant it in a platonic sense- of course, the way one would love a brother or a friend. But it was a strong bond nonetheless, and while LeFou may have been stretching it when he said that the word ‘love’ was spoken, the bond was there. “And it is evil. Maman said so.”

            of COURSE he did. that seemed to be a COMMON theme among manipulators. suddenly, elsa feels somewhat SORRY for her current companion. even IF he is asserting that such an integral part of her is evil. 

        “ my MAGIC is controlled by LOVE -- does that sound evil? “

   she knows she’ll instantly regret it -- certain he’ll have some kind of retort that it does. a hand rises, to caress her braid. she doesn’t know how to argue THIS. 

          “ACTUALLY…. YOU SOUND TERRIBLE.” He retorts, offended by her remark. “Gaston is amazing, and– Magic is evil! You’re the product of evil?”

    “magic is NOT evil. “

        nevermind the fact that she has ZERO idea if evil actually plays into it. she merely feels it in her SOUL that this power is not a product of evil -- even if she doesn’t know what it IS. 

“You can fiddle with it if you want, I’ve probably solved the same one a dozen times now,” she muses, punctuated with a slight laugh. How embarrassing it was that she spent so much time on these little toys. They were for children, at least that’s what she’d come to learn.

While it’s always concerning to see someone out on the mountain during such a fierce blizzard, Sylvia is relieved that she is able to have a conversation with someone that isn’t Goo, wherever she might be. Really, it was so unlike her to not pounce on any newcomer. Perhaps the weather had her sleepy…

“Oh, goodness. I’m Sylvia, most people just call me Sylvie, or Syl, really whatever you like.” She waves a hand a little dismissively. “Maybe they do, I usually don’t see anyone in for long. They grab a cup of tea and leave, save for rare occasions where they spend the night.”

    with the permission, her fingers DO begin to fidget with the little toy. perhaps it IS childish, but that does not decrease it’s validity. besides, it is only the two of them here right now. but she isn’t ENTIRELY paying attention to it, instead her gaze lifts to Sylvia as she offers her introduction -- the way she does it in such an UNASSUMING matter, it seems so fitting. just as it seems fitting that travelers only stay here for a SHORT time. it is warm here, but MOST people want to get through cold regions as QUICKLY as possible. 

            “ a lot of people are in a HURRY to be where they need to be, it seems. the THRILL of the adventure, perhaps? or it COULD be sheer stubbornness. “

     reminds her of anna, and how she would always TRY to push forward where she shouldn’t. for a MOMENT there is a pang of sadness, one that gets pushed away with a certain QUICKNESS. she does not wish to get sentimental right now, not when her mind should be focused on her OWN mission. her gaze drops to puzzle, toying with it some more. 

So she hadn’t been here before. That much was obvious from the way she didn’t know how it ran deeper, but Joker was more curious as to where she had come from then. She doesn’t seem to be Japanese, that much was obvious from her facial features–but he glances over his shoulder to see if anything’s coming. Being on the first floor means they should be safe, but turning his attention back to the blonde.

“It’s…complicated.  It’s known as the metaverse, it’s essentially the cognitive reality to a degree.” Futaba would be better at explaining this, Joker knows this, but it’s best not to keep this stranger in the dark. “I’d be careful if you go down further.  The, um, well–Let’s just say, there’s a reason I asked if you were friend or foe. A lot of things down there are foe.” Especially the reaper.

                “complicated is... an understatement. “  

  none of this means MUCH to her, even if this IS the watered down version. she knows the MEANING of cognition, but a different reality based on it? it doesn’t seem real. especially one filled with enemies. what makes them enemies? a million questions but none of them would EVER serve to answer the question deepest in her heart : why had she been called here?

  cautiously, she steps forward -- one hand held out. she realizes it looks weird, but does that MATTER when everything else he has said has been weird? she doubts it. besides, something is becoming very real in her mind: a DISTORTION in the forces that are usually so under control. they’re still there -- still an extension of her, but it feels WRONG. her brows furrow just slightly, icy hues looking BEYOND him. 

        “ what are they doing? “

   a question posed after she had been watching for some time, an UNCERTAINTY behind it. life here is so DIFFERENT from so much that she has known -- it feels RIGHT, but sometimes it is embarrassing how often she needs to ASK about traditions, or even simple tasks. she SUPPOSES such is the burden of growing up in isolation in a castle -- little EFFORT required of her, other than concealing and remaining unfeeling, as those FEARS ate away at her. 

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“Anna was irresponsible. She agreed to marry a man she barely knew. Then she left that man in charge of a kingdom while she ran off to find the Queen that abandoned the kingdom just so she could have a tantrum up on a mountain.” He lays his head against the dungeon’s wall, unwilling to tug against chains that had no chance of breaking.

“You ask me why? Because you two made it so easy.” It had actually taken him by complete surprise! Within mere hours of knowing both sisters, he had been left in charge of Arendelle. Just like that, his dreams of ruling over his own kingdom had been closer to reality than they had ever been.

“You turned your back on your people, Elsa, and so did your sister. If that wasn’t enough, you were the cause of the suffering of those who had to survive your eternal winter. Who was there to help your people deal with the consequences of your actions? You? Anna? No, it was me.” And yet somehow he was the one in the wrong for wishing to put an end to the spell Elsa had cast over the land? He had given her the chance to end it herself, but she had claimed that she couldn’t.

What choice had he been left with?

“Now you’re both back and allowed to rule again without needing to face repercussions? Tell me, how is that fair? And what if it happens again? You losing control of your powers? Will you desert your kingdom again? Cause its ruin?” Or would she once again leave it in the hands of her naive and childish sister who clearly had no idea how to properly govern? The world was a cruel place; a fact Hans had learned when he was a boy, but to allow these two the power to rule?

That was both cruel and unjust to the people of Arendelle.

    it takes VERY little time for her to regret her inquiry. status ALONE keeps her from stopping him as he speaks such TERRIBLE things. but she knows the real reason she wants him to stop: it echoes a truth she has fears, a MEMORY of how much destruction she had caused in her lack of control. she doubts that guilt will melt away any time -- but she has ALREADY vowed to atone for these mistakes, to give arendelle everything it deserves. and that involves not allowing herself to get LOST in the accusations he throws at her.

         “ that IRRESPONSIBILITY does NOT justify your actions. “

   just as her call to responsibility does not justify her own either. they made it easy he says -- but how could they NOT? kept in isolation all these years, nothing to BASE reality on. just another thing to blame herself for, anna DESERVED to know the world, to get to witness life so she didn’t fall into such a TRAP. she’s tense now, she can feel it. a light breath released to calm herself down -- she WILL NOT give the satisfaction. 

     even as she feels the air chill around her with that other accusation, that fear that she will lose control. dimmed, but not completely extinguished, she doesn’t want to think about it -- doesn’t want fear to control her. but it still exists, it always will. 

       “ i was only TRYING to protect my people, by leaving. i thought they would be SAFER that way -- and yes, i was wrong to do so. and i do not INTEND to take away from the good that you DID do. i am grateful that you helped the people of arendelle. they never deserved to be subjected to THIS. “

     she still doubts she is RIGHT to rule, but it is her duty. it’s what she’s meant to do. but she avoids the TOPIC of losing control. it’s something she can handle.