ok really, it's a lot familiar and she's not just thinking of arendelle. she's had her crew investigating every island they've come across with even a hint of snow or ice. so far it's been a long string of barren frost-covered island, barren frost-covered island, an island covered with what she thought was snow but was actually flour and sugar and decorated with sweet treats. it took them a month to leave the last one, having unanimously agreed that they had to check every inch in case there was a part that wasn't sugar or floor (there was but they eventually concluded that it was cream).
she cautiously touches the railing of the staircase her senses are now definitively telling her is ice.
this has to be it. this has to be her.
it's not just that it's of ice. in her time in this world, she's realized that there are powers more mysterious than that of her sister's. it could be someone else. something else.
but as she looks at the spires that remind her of her home's, she thinks elsa.
she has to remind herself to breathe.
the doors are in front of her. should she knock? how would it feel, to knock again and hear no answer?
she thinks, the same.
she thinks, then i'll know it's her for sure for sure.
and that cruel thought is a shard of cold that goes through her. ]
Elsa!
[ she's angry (at herself for thinking it, at the door for causing it, at elsa for-) and it burns at her throat and she has to shout again ]
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ok really, it's a lot familiar and she's not just thinking of arendelle. she's had her crew investigating every island they've come across with even a hint of snow or ice. so far it's been a long string of barren frost-covered island, barren frost-covered island, an island covered with what she thought was snow but was actually flour and sugar and decorated with sweet treats. it took them a month to leave the last one, having unanimously agreed that they had to check every inch in case there was a part that wasn't sugar or floor (there was but they eventually concluded that it was cream).
she cautiously touches the railing of the staircase her senses are now definitively telling her is ice.
this has to be it. this has to be her.
it's not just that it's of ice. in her time in this world, she's realized that there are powers more mysterious than that of her sister's. it could be someone else. something else.
but as she looks at the spires that remind her of her home's, she thinks elsa.
she has to remind herself to breathe.
the doors are in front of her. should she knock? how would it feel, to knock again and hear no answer?
she thinks, the same.
she thinks, then i'll know it's her for sure for sure.
and that cruel thought is a shard of cold that goes through her. ]
Elsa!
[ she's angry (at herself for thinking it, at the door for causing it, at elsa for-) and it burns at her throat and she has to shout again ]
Elsa! It's me!
[ and again ]
It's Anna!