re_alignment | first snowflake ❄ action/video ❄ 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. ]

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That's... it? It's not explosive?

[GURL...]

Well, depends on who starts rampaging, I guess.

[ DLJRGNWRI THAT'S IT? ]

Ice can be explosive.

[ This is not a fact she is proud of, so she is quiet about it. ]

Exactly. I wouldn't---I have a hard enough time already.

It's not really that effective when you're dealing with Decepticons...

[Trying to break it to her gently...!]

Seriously, kid. It'd be a lot safer not to go off alone.

Then what, take someone with me, and get them killed too?

[ She's about heard the last of anyone telling her that now. ]

We're pretty hard to kill, kid.

Still, I'm not looking for volunteers to prove it.

[ She can't help but ask though--- ]

Why are you so worried, anyways?

Primus...

[He rubs at his face with a hand.]

'Cause apparently I got a thing about newcomers gettin' splattered all over the ground when they show up. That thing being... I don't like it.

Well.

[ Does she have anything to say to that? No, not really. But the picture does become a little bit clearer, the ice has started to melt. ]

That's very kind of you.

Nah...

[He waves his hand, awkwardly.]

Just... kinda part of the whole programming. Thing.

Programming?

[ here it goes again ]

I don't understand. Is that a machine thing?

Eh, kinda.

More of an expression, though.

What does it mean?

I--[ Sh's much more visible now, and she looks rather concerned. ]

If I'm going to talk to nobody but other giants for a while, I might as well know what they're saying.

[Wow it looks like she'd snap in half like a twig.]

I'm not real sure if there's any kinda human version but...

Kinda like saying... just part of who you are. [He scowls.] But that's in the Spark and... hng.

Just means it's how I am and nothin's really gonna change it.

Oh---oh I see.

Well.

[ She pauses awkwardly, just now coming to terms with another metal giant being possibly the kindest person she's met. ]

It doesn't make it any less noble of you. At least, not to me.

Uh.

[What do.]

Thanks...?

You're welcome.

You said you were a soldier. Soldiers---aren't they typically noble?

I didn't know if anyone had told you.

[He barks out a laugh, but it's a sharp, bitter one.]

Not always, kid. I like to think there's a good chunk of Autobots who're pretty good -- but...

"Noble" is some kinda special. Somethin' Cybertron doesn't see a lot of.

I don't see a lot of it either.

But you are. I believe you are.

Thank you. For---for explaining things to me.

Heh.

You're too nice, kid. Thanks.

You need a hand, shoot me a message. Promise you, ain't nothin' on this planet that'll put me down.

[Except maybe Megatron, but there's no reason to say that right now.]

[ She smiles, hesitantly. ]

Thank you.

I---I will.

[ Inwardly she tells herself, no. I won't. But will she? Who knows. ]