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โ™• ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ซ๐”ž แดา“ แด€ส€แด‡ษดแด…แด‡สŸสŸแด‡ ([personal profile] rediscover) wrote in [community profile] thearena2015-02-08 10:23 am

[closed] i'm the only one here

Who| Anna and Elsa
What| Anna has something important to say, and she does it the only way she knows how--snowmen.
Where| The little meadow.
When| Week 2, early.
Warnings/Notes| Nah



It's been a week in the Arena already, and Anna still hasn't found her sister. The good news is, she hasn't seen her picture in the sky at night so far, so as far as Anna knows, Elsa is safe. The younger Arendelle sister has been mostly spending time with Bro, watching each others' backs. Making sure neither got into too much trouble. But after a week, Anna's still feeling pretty gross about the way she left things with Elsa last Arena. But she's got a plan, as all good princesses should. It takes her some time--about a full day in the little meadow on the edge of the Arena, and when she's done she's sweaty even in the cold, but she steps back and admires her handiwork. It's two snow women--her and Elsa, to be precise. 'Snowman' is sort of a generalization here, however. They're more like snow sculptures, to be exact. They're far from perfect, but definitely recognizable. Elsa with her braid and her sweeping gown, Anna looking adoring beside from her.

That done, all she needs to do is find her sister.

Armed with her spear and the blanket Bro had been sent thrown around her shoulders, Anna goes off in search. It takes her almost the whole next day, but it's still light out when Anna comes up on the lake and sees the unmistakable silhouette of her sister crouched out in the middle.

"Elsa? Elsa!" She's running toward her, slipping on the ice but not even caring, she's so relieved.
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[personal profile] frozenfractalsallaround 2015-04-18 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Elsa feels silly for crying, it's not something she should be crying about. But at least they're happy, if slightly guilty, tears. So she forces herself to let out a chuckle at the stubborn part. "Yeah," she agrees, pulling away to wipe at her tears, sniffing a little. "It probably does run in the family." She thinks back to her parents, and how they were stubborn, too. Maybe a little too much, in hindsight, when it came to her powers.

"I love you too," she says. "From the bottom of my heart." She turns back to the snowmen, taking a few steps towards them. "You," she says, forcing a cheer to her voice, so they can move away from heavy subjects, "Are much, much better at building snowmen than I am."