Who| Elsa of Arendelle and you also some aliens probably
What| Various stuffs
Where| Throughout the arena
When| Backdated to the start of arena and onward
Warnings/Notes| N/A

[A.
Arena start, day one.]

It's a test of her control from the very start. How she manages to get into the station is anyone's guess, especially without getting hurt, but somehow she does. Immediately she feels her powers start up, the temperature around her growing colder. Ice doesn't form yet, but as it happens every time they return to her, the initial fear grips hard and she has to take in several deep breaths and remind herself of all the techniques she has to keep them under control.

Elsa doesn't hang around, either. Once she strips out of the spacesuit to the outfit underneath, she's running, leaving the cumbersome suit behind to wherever he feet can carry her. This is unlike anything she's experienced before, and it's hard to remain calm as with each twist and turn she just feels even more lost and vulnerable.

Finally, after reaching a distance that feels reasonably away from the entrance, Elsa presses her back against the wall, her chest heaving from running so fast. The air is chilly still, there's a light wind around her, but so far there's no ice. That is, not until she consciously decides to create some.

And she does. With a deep breath, she presses her palms flat against the wall behind her, and ice spreads out from it, few good feet out and down along the floor. Quickly enough, a wall of ice rises up on either side of her, closing off the hallway to her left and right and enclosing her in a protective barrier of ice that no one can get through on either side. It also means she can't immediately get out, but she can melt the ice if she needs to. All that matters is that for now, she has a moment to get herself together.

Anyone approaching might be confused to realize they're blocked by the walls of ice, but that's too bad for them.

[B.
Sometime in the near future, still within week one.]

Elsa manages to get herself together, eventually. When she walks, there's no longer a literal air of coldness to her, the floor doesn't crack with ice spreading under her feet. She keeps herself grounded and in control through all the practice she's had in the months she's been here. It's hard sometimes, but her vow to not hurt anyone is what keeps her strong and courageous.

But again, that's tested when she ends up running into the aliens. At first, she thinks they might not be out to kill her- but that idea is quickly shattered as they come at her. It gets her heart pounding and she quickly starts backing up as three of them advance on her. Elsa doesn't like using her powers on living creatures- heck, she hasn't ever had a need to, it's only ever happened accidentally. But right now, her life is in danger and she doesn't have a choice and she knows that.

So before she can really think much about it, she thrusts her hands forward and a blast of frigid air shoots from her hands and a moment later, the aliens are frozen solid, no longer advancing on her. She's breathing heavily, her mouth hanging open a little. For the first time in her life, she's used her powers to harm something. It doesn't feel particularly good, either.

But on the other hand, it feels... empowering, which isn't a feeling she ever thought she would have when it came to using her powers like this. Suddenly, she isn't quite so defenseless. Suddenly she stands a chance. She can't help but let out a laugh, even if it's shaky. If anyone happens upon her, they'll probably find her walking around the aliens, surveying them and wondering what she ought to do with them now.

[C.
Sometime fairly soon after freezing the aliens.]

With how empowered she feels at having gone on the offense, Elsa is ready to continue in that same direction. There's a thought that she's been toying with in the back of her mind ever since she gained control of her powers, and now that she's in a better frame of mind for it, she's ready to do a little experimentation.

So, she gives a twirl of her hand and snow begins forming around her hand, becoming a flurry in front of her that slowly starts to form into a shape. It grows and growns, until it's about her height- it's clear that it's a snowman. Sharp icicles shoot out from it's body in random places, and it's face is a bit lifeless looking, but that's about all she's willing to do for it under the current circumstances. It stands there lifeless for a moment, before it starts moving.

It resembles a human-sized version of marshmallow, and Elsa is pretty pleased with the fact that she'd managed to create another sentient snowman. Now, hopefully it can do her dirty work and she won't have to directly do much damage. It's still amazing to her what she's capable of, how it works she doesn't even know- but that doesn't matter.

"You'll protect me, right?" she asks, and the snowman gives a nod. "Good- thank you." In a way, it almost feels wrong using it as a pawn like this, but... well, what choice does she have? "Shall we go?" Without waiting for a reply, Elsa sets off, the snowman trailing just behind her. Even if she feels guilty, the confidence she's feeling is overpowering that. For once, she feels completely and utterly in control, that's rare and she isn't going to pass it up for anything right now.