[Day 191] brace yourself

[everyonewillknow]

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.

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HEY GIRL HEY!!!!!

[amphibian]

She can already tell that something is wrong before the Open Plains comes into view, soaring across the Skyway, thinking, it's kinda chilly, not completely placing the feeling of discomfort in her gut.

After daily trips, Aoi knows how to land flawlessly on her feet, but there isn't enough time between seeing the ice floe that is the Open Plains and hurtling towards it for her to completely prepare. Her feet slip on the ice and, with a yelp, she lands on her face.

It takes a couple of attempts to scrabble onto her hands and knees, then manage rising to her feet. Once she's sure she has her balance, she zips her sweatshirt up to her chin.

She scans the area, trying to make sense of things—did she take a wrong turn? What happened here?—until she sees a person in the middle of it all.

"Hey!" she calls, "Hellooooo!" She tries to take a step, staggers, and slides her other foot forward to make them in line. Running isn't an option, but unsteady shuffling towards the huddled figure is.

[blackblooded]

Ice is different. Crona doesn't know how to deal with ice, has never experienced it, and the sudden slippery ground under the meister's feet gets a brief moment of panic. So Crona just stops, and starts to shiver.