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[let it snow let it snow]
Elsa almost, almost, feels like she's home when she feels the crunch of snow beneath her. She clenches her fists and tries to breathe slowly, just like how Anna coached her. And yet...and yet it still snows. She isn't afraid, well, she is as she hadn't seen Anna since she opened her eyes and didn't recognize the city that she's in. It's certainly a city with structures that look familiar. Yet people were...different.
There were also loud beasts that glided along the roads.
She walks along the sidewalk, trying to convince herself that the snow is not her doing. It's simply a normal weather phenomenon for other people.
Still, the blonde looks around to try to get her bearings - how could she reach Anna? Everything...everything felt like a blur before she arrived in this place.
There were also loud beasts that glided along the roads.
She walks along the sidewalk, trying to convince herself that the snow is not her doing. It's simply a normal weather phenomenon for other people.
Still, the blonde looks around to try to get her bearings - how could she reach Anna? Everything...everything felt like a blur before she arrived in this place.
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Newness. The woman reeks of newness. Fresh snow, untouched ice. Smiling sharply, she waits in the shadows until the shape of the girl has passed her by, then she steps up behind her, speaking to her back, speaking to the luxurious dress she's wearing, the stoic way she carries herself.
Familiar, indeed.
"What are you seeking in this place that's obviously not home to you?"
What does anyone seek in unfamiliar places? The familiar. That's what they seek, every single one of them.
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She gasps when there's a voice that addresses her directly. Elsa whirls around and holds her hands out, ready to defend herself. She pulls her hands back, unsure of this woman that approached her. There's a fear in her eyes but she stays apart. She hesitates for a moment before answering.
"My sister. She's--"
In danger? Home? She doesn't know. Her head is a little fuzzy. Her memory feels...fuzzy.
"I've got to find my sister."