[Elsa smiles a little at the girl's words. Yes, she knows she wants to help, that she means well. And now she understands that what she had said before wasn't meant in a bad way, it was just poorly worded and not something to hold against her. But she has spent most of her life trying to control her power herself, she has tried everything she can think of and nothing worked, if anything it only made everything worse. Even knowing that the girl has magic as well... Elsa finds it hard to believe that there's a chance for her.]
I know you mean well and that you want to help, and I appreciate it, really. But I've tried for so long... I don't really think my power can be controlled. It's part of myself, there since I was born, just a mere thought and it takes shape, a mere touch, and I freeze everything even if I don't want to. It may be impossible to control it, to control me.
[And she sounds so convinced and defeated at the same time. She has given up hope in that aspect, she had done so a long time ago.]
But... Maybe I can be contained. Neutralized or stopped. If there are others with healing magic capable of undoing the damage I may cause, or capable of melting my ice. Maybe then when the worst happens, it won't be fatal...
["When", not "if", she knows well by know that it's just a matter of time if she's surrounded by people. However... She doesn't look satisfied or happy with the idea, why would she be? To accept herself as a monster that had to be contained, or a criminal, a catastrophe just waiting to happen. It was like going back to the past.
And she promised to never go back there.]
No... I can't do that either. I'm sorry, Selphie. I really can't.
[She won't cage herself again just to be somewhat close to others. She won't risk the live of anyone else. It's preferable to just be alone and free, she may still be caged for others, but she's more free than how she would be with anyone else.
She moves to stand and climb back to stairs after giving the hole on the wall another wishful glance. When she does, the hole closes, the ice having regenerated once more.]
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I know you mean well and that you want to help, and I appreciate it, really. But I've tried for so long... I don't really think my power can be controlled. It's part of myself, there since I was born, just a mere thought and it takes shape, a mere touch, and I freeze everything even if I don't want to. It may be impossible to control it, to control me.
[And she sounds so convinced and defeated at the same time. She has given up hope in that aspect, she had done so a long time ago.]
But... Maybe I can be contained. Neutralized or stopped. If there are others with healing magic capable of undoing the damage I may cause, or capable of melting my ice. Maybe then when the worst happens, it won't be fatal...
["When", not "if", she knows well by know that it's just a matter of time if she's surrounded by people. However... She doesn't look satisfied or happy with the idea, why would she be? To accept herself as a monster that had to be contained, or a criminal, a catastrophe just waiting to happen. It was like going back to the past.
And she promised to never go back there.]
No... I can't do that either. I'm sorry, Selphie. I really can't.
[She won't cage herself again just to be somewhat close to others. She won't risk the live of anyone else. It's preferable to just be alone and free, she may still be caged for others, but she's more free than how she would be with anyone else.
She moves to stand and climb back to stairs after giving the hole on the wall another wishful glance. When she does, the hole closes, the ice having regenerated once more.]