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re_alignment2014-03-06 07:14 pm
fractalize) wrote in re_alignment2014-03-06 07:14 pm
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first snowflake β action/video β life's too short
Anna?
[ The first few moments are blurry and dark, barely any light peeking in. The moment Elsa opens her eyes a little wider, fear envelops her. Monsters. Metal monsters, whispering and buzzing, looking at her like she was some sort of alien. She almost screams, crawling off of the berth she'd been placed, the metal and concrete already beginning to hiss with cold and frost. There was a solid, plastic object in her hand, and she gripped it subconsciously. The cold crawled up the walls with her fear of the strange creatures. No one had a chance to tell her anything, not before she scrambled away from them, making a break for the door. The ice that followed her really deterred any pursuers at that point; each footstep she left grew a thin layer of crystals underneath it.
Once outside, out of the grasp of those nightmarish giants, she looked up.
What had she done?
Of course, that's instantly her fear; that she'd frozen over the kingdom, and there was no heat to be found at all. She steps back in awe, small flakes of ice brushing off on her skirt and onto the rocky ground. Pebbles grew little coats of crystals as she shrunk towards a wall, and her question was answered. No, the dark sky was not her doing, this was nothing like home. The pillow of frost grows around her, encasing the surrounding pebbles in ice. Getting a gold of herself, Elsa backs away, trying to stop herself from freezing anything else, but goodness, she was so scared. Where was she? ]
Anna?! Olaf...?
[ She looks around nervously--- ]
Anyone? [ She grips the object in her hand tighter. Elsa steps back, looking for anything, anyone to identify as familiar. ]
Okay, okay. We can do this---I can do this. Conceal. Don't feel, conceal.
[ Conceal, and only then, could she ask someone for help. This could be a while. Finally, a rational thought surfaces. What was this device, this plastic, shiny thing? A crackling and a click of a button ends up turning the feed on, then a sudden crack. It's almost static like, but there's a voice in the distance. She can hear things, voices, people, coming from the strange instrument. Turns out she's dropped it in fear of freezing it solid. What if it was a mirror, a magic one, like in the stories she's read? Monsters and magic, clearly a talking mirror wasn't too far out there to believe. ]
Hello?
Hello, is someone there?
Please, I---if there is, just tell me where I am. What this place is. Has anyone seen my sister?
Please----[ The voice sounds rather upset, regretful, almost. Another few clicks and there's a video, but it's jagged and blocky. Is that ice? ]
No, oh no, is it working? Please, she's only about as tall as me, with reddish blonde hair, in braids. She's loud, and clumsy---please, I need to find her. Her name is Anna.
[ A nervous hand nudges the device, attempting to scrape off some of the ice. She's successful for a moment, just long enough to show her face, before the feed dies. Yep. She froze it. So there she will stand, nervous and alone, looking around defensively to avoid the company of any more giants. ]
[ The first few moments are blurry and dark, barely any light peeking in. The moment Elsa opens her eyes a little wider, fear envelops her. Monsters. Metal monsters, whispering and buzzing, looking at her like she was some sort of alien. She almost screams, crawling off of the berth she'd been placed, the metal and concrete already beginning to hiss with cold and frost. There was a solid, plastic object in her hand, and she gripped it subconsciously. The cold crawled up the walls with her fear of the strange creatures. No one had a chance to tell her anything, not before she scrambled away from them, making a break for the door. The ice that followed her really deterred any pursuers at that point; each footstep she left grew a thin layer of crystals underneath it.
Once outside, out of the grasp of those nightmarish giants, she looked up.
What had she done?
Of course, that's instantly her fear; that she'd frozen over the kingdom, and there was no heat to be found at all. She steps back in awe, small flakes of ice brushing off on her skirt and onto the rocky ground. Pebbles grew little coats of crystals as she shrunk towards a wall, and her question was answered. No, the dark sky was not her doing, this was nothing like home. The pillow of frost grows around her, encasing the surrounding pebbles in ice. Getting a gold of herself, Elsa backs away, trying to stop herself from freezing anything else, but goodness, she was so scared. Where was she? ]
Anna?! Olaf...?
[ She looks around nervously--- ]
Anyone? [ She grips the object in her hand tighter. Elsa steps back, looking for anything, anyone to identify as familiar. ]
Okay, okay. We can do this---I can do this. Conceal. Don't feel, conceal.
[ Conceal, and only then, could she ask someone for help. This could be a while. Finally, a rational thought surfaces. What was this device, this plastic, shiny thing? A crackling and a click of a button ends up turning the feed on, then a sudden crack. It's almost static like, but there's a voice in the distance. She can hear things, voices, people, coming from the strange instrument. Turns out she's dropped it in fear of freezing it solid. What if it was a mirror, a magic one, like in the stories she's read? Monsters and magic, clearly a talking mirror wasn't too far out there to believe. ]
Hello?
Hello, is someone there?
Please, I---if there is, just tell me where I am. What this place is. Has anyone seen my sister?
Please----[ The voice sounds rather upset, regretful, almost. Another few clicks and there's a video, but it's jagged and blocky. Is that ice? ]
No, oh no, is it working? Please, she's only about as tall as me, with reddish blonde hair, in braids. She's loud, and clumsy---please, I need to find her. Her name is Anna.
[ A nervous hand nudges the device, attempting to scrape off some of the ice. She's successful for a moment, just long enough to show her face, before the feed dies. Yep. She froze it. So there she will stand, nervous and alone, looking around defensively to avoid the company of any more giants. ]
[Audio]
[ That's more calming than anything. That would mean that her sister was okay. It was just her. ]
I---I mean that I'm dangerous, and---I just don't want to hurt anyone. I want to go home. Right where I was, and then---then everything will be fine.
[Audio]
[Her response though, that's a little less comforting. His first inclination is to ask how exactly she's dangerous, but that doesn't seem right in this position. He needs to find out what exactly that means, how dangerous, and he also needs to break the bad news to her. He wishes he was better at this, like Shepard, or Liara, or just about anyone other than him.]
I ... I'm not the best at this. I was hoping I could find some delicate way of putting this that might sound not sound so bad, but it isn't coming so I'm going to be honest with you. If I could help you go home, I would, but I can't. I'm not even sure if it's possible to just go back. I've been here for a few weeks, and plenty of people have been here for a lot longer than that. No one's exactly sure how to get back to wherever it is that they came from. Sometimes people just go back, but it's random, and it's not exactly a common occurrence, so ... you might be here for a while. I'm sorry.
[Audio]
Then I'm---I'm stuck. Here. Somewhere I don't know, with giants and with people I don't know. Alone.
[ Sometimes it's tough getting what you've wished for. ]
But---it's freezing at home. And I'm not there. The fjord---Anna, Hans---all of Arendelle.
[ She's stunned into silence, before it's quite obvious that she's crying, rather quietly. ]
My sister. My country. They're all going to freeze and it's all because of me.
[Audio]
No. No, that is not going to happen. When you're here, things ... they don't progress while you're here, when you go back, you'll show up exactly where and when you left. Nobody is going to get hurt because you're not there. I promise.
[He doesn't know exactly why it's freezing over or how it is that she can prevent it, but he has his theory. The ice on the communicator. Still ... he can't ask about that now, not when she's having a crisis.]
And as for being alone ... you're not. I know it's not exactly much considering you technically haven't even met me, but I'm here, and I will do anything I can.
[Audio]
[ She asks her question quite bluntly, at both of his statements. Realizing her harshness, Elsa shakes her head, still clinging to tears. ]
I'm sorry. I----I just---
Anna is all that I have. And---and you're right, it's not much.
You don't know me, at all, and I---I know enough to tell you that you won't want to help me once you do.
I---I should just find someplace to hide. Until I can go home.
[Audio]
[There's not a trace of harshness in his voice. In fact, more than anything it's sympathy, but he realizes all the same that he might have stepped in it here. He sighs, pausing a moment and running his hand over his fringe as he tries to find the words for whatever it is he's going to say next.]
You're not the only one who's lost damn near everything, Elsa, or the only one who's had people get hurt on their account. Blaming yourself, blocking everyone else out ... it doesn't help. If you think that this is really the best thing to do, I'm not going to stop you, but just think about that. Alright?
Re: [Audio]
I hurt my sister. I froze my kingdom!
[ She's not sure if she's angry or scared now. ]
What else can I do? Really? Just hope I don't hurt someone else?
No. I won't. I won't gamble with other people's lives. I'm not that important.
[Audio]
Look, I'm not going to pretend like I know the whole story, or that I get all of this, because I don't. I don't know what happened, or how you froze anything, but with everything you've said I'm pretty damn sure you weren't trying to hurt your sister or anyone else. You didn't pull that trigger, at least not on purpose.
[The communicator picks up the odd footfall if you're listening close enough. He's pacing. He does that.]
Whether it was an accident, losing control, whatever, ... there's a lot of people out there who wouldn't do what you're doing to make sure that it doesn't happen again, so it's ... it's admirable of you. I mean that. But I don't know, this doesn't seem like much of a solution. If you can freeze a kingdom, their may not be a place you can go far enough away, and if there is, it doesn't seem right to me that someone doing something that selfless should have to go there.
If you think I'm some kind of idiot, that's fine, I've been called a lot worse, usually while people are trying to kill me. I just can't help but think there has to be a better way to do this, one that might not mean leaving everything behind with no guarantee that it's going to make any kind of difference.
[There's a pause.]
I'm sorry. That was ... that sounded just a bit too clinical, and it probably didn't make you feel any better about this whole thing. What I'm trying to say I like to believe there's some kind of justice in things, and ... this just doesn't sit right with me. You're not a monster. You seem like a decent person who's stuck in a crappy situation, and it might end up getting a whole lot more unpleasant for you one way or the other, and you don't deserve that from everything I've seen.
[Audio]
It's like really, really bad medicine. ]
Well----if there's any kind of justice, I haven't seen it yet.
Besides, it's not justice if I just expect it. I'm not entitled to it. You may think differently, but---but that's you.
[ And she sours, knowing she's only trying to shut him down, negate his positive attitude. ]
Listen---you're really kind. And optimistic. And you remind me of someone.
[ She sours further, pursing her lips. Of her sister? A little. But more of her father.
There's one thing she's hung up on though---
you're not a monster. ]
...And you're perceptive. So the next time anyone tries to kill you, you---just.
Don't let them.
[Audio]
[No, he can't help it. Snark is pretty much second nature to him.]
And look, I get that more than anything I've probably just pissed you off with all of this, but ... if you need anything, give me a call. I'm not exactly the most connected in this place, but, well, I try to help where I can.