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thebastion2014-05-24 11:50 pm
everyonewillknow) wrote in thebastion2014-05-24 11:50 pm
[Day 191] brace yourself
Who: Elsa and YOU!
Open: Open
When: Day 191, probably evening
Where: The Open Plains
What: A wild queen appears; she's an Ice-type.
Format: Any is fine, but I'll start with prose!
Warnings: None
When she'd gone to bed, it had been winter.
She'd also been inside, in her bed - the same bed she'd had since she was a child, the one she had always expected to die in one day, old and brittle, after a long and hopefully peaceful reign, despite its rocky start. Now that she could control her powers, she could use them to protect her people from any sort of invasion...or so she'd thought.
Instead, she woke up outdoors, in the grasses of a strange summerland, with the sun setting behind shattered islands floating in the open air. Elsa didn't dream often, and even when she did they were never so vivid as this. She knew as certainly as she could build a snowman that wherever this was, it was not Arendelle.
Terror froze in her chest, awful and familiar, as she sat up and looked around; her breath quickened, clouding in the air not long after, as the temperature dropped along with her spirits. Soon, the grass beneath her frosted over, the pattern spreading quickly over the rest of the small island she was on until it looked like something more like an ice floe than an island, dreadfully out of place to anyone who might see it from afar.
She didn't bother screaming; surely something as empty as this place was devoid of any other people. Gripping the fabric of her nightgown, she drew her knees to her chest and stared at the foreign sunset while tears rolled down her face.
Open: Open
When: Day 191, probably evening
Where: The Open Plains
What: A wild queen appears; she's an Ice-type.
Format: Any is fine, but I'll start with prose!
Warnings: None
When she'd gone to bed, it had been winter.
She'd also been inside, in her bed - the same bed she'd had since she was a child, the one she had always expected to die in one day, old and brittle, after a long and hopefully peaceful reign, despite its rocky start. Now that she could control her powers, she could use them to protect her people from any sort of invasion...or so she'd thought.
Instead, she woke up outdoors, in the grasses of a strange summerland, with the sun setting behind shattered islands floating in the open air. Elsa didn't dream often, and even when she did they were never so vivid as this. She knew as certainly as she could build a snowman that wherever this was, it was not Arendelle.
Terror froze in her chest, awful and familiar, as she sat up and looked around; her breath quickened, clouding in the air not long after, as the temperature dropped along with her spirits. Soon, the grass beneath her frosted over, the pattern spreading quickly over the rest of the small island she was on until it looked like something more like an ice floe than an island, dreadfully out of place to anyone who might see it from afar.
She didn't bother screaming; surely something as empty as this place was devoid of any other people. Gripping the fabric of her nightgown, she drew her knees to her chest and stared at the foreign sunset while tears rolled down her face.
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Her expression falls as soon as Elsa's next question comes up, though, and she has to glance away. "Um," she says, fidgets, loses her balance, and scrambles to straighten herself again. "Um," she says again.
If the ice thing goes off when Elsa's upset, this could mean trouble—but not saying anything's only going to make it worse when she finds out later, right? Aoi says, "Something...um, I think it was a weapon? But it went wrong, and something called the...Calamity happened. And...it destroyed everything. Even different worlds..."