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paradisalogs2014-02-22 07:55 pm
defyingfrigidity) wrote in paradisalogs2014-02-22 07:55 pm
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It's time to see what I can do
Who: Elsa & YOU
What: Elsa is tired of wandering around the castle with only one arm. She's going to attempt to fix this. (also, Frozen spoilers towards the end, so be warned!)
When: Friday the 21st
Where: The Four Seasons Room (currently in winter mode!
Rating: G
[Even after living her whole life with her strange magical abilities, there were still so many things Elsa hasn't thought to do with them. To believe she knew the full extent of her power was laughable, really; she didn't even know she could make sentient snow creatures until she accidentally created Olaf. So if she could give life to snow... what she had planned now shouldn't be a problem, right?
The idea hadn't originally been hers, to be honest. In the week or so after her horrible injury at the hand of that strange beast, she had reluctantly resigned herself to living the rest of her life without her left arm. Then the fretting had started. God, what would she say if they ever made it back to Arendelle? What would her people think of her then? They accepted her powers, but would they really think a crippled young woman could be the pillar of strength they could all look to? Those thoughts had kept her up for longer than she cared to admit, and she'd be lying if she said they didn't haunt her during the day.
But then she had made that entry in the journal, and one response had stuck out to her. Someone had mentioned making an arm. Other people could make one for her. So... that meant that other people had magical abilities that recreate human limbs. If their magic could do that.... could hers?
And that's why she was here today. One of the reasons she picked the Four Seasons room was that today, it was set to her chosen element; being natural snow helped her clear her head. There was something wonderful about being surrounded by the clear chilly air of a winter that wasn't her own making, so she took a few moments to just stand in the middle of the room, taking in a few deep breaths and watching them cloud in front of her as she exhaled. When she had completely calmed all of her wandering thougts, she began to focus, guiding her magic towards her damaged shoulder. The pain is long gone by now, though there is an occasional ache every once in a while, so hopefully she won't be hurting herself by doing this.
Slowly, carefully, ice begins forming around her shoulder, moving down, down, forming a slim limb mirroring her remaining arm. It isn't too difficult to make it, honestly, and it looks exactly like the arm she lost once did, save for the fact that it was made of solid blue ice. It wasn't moving, though, and Elsa frowns. Did she do something wrong?
... Staring down at her new arm, though, is beginning to stir up some unpleasant memories. Memories of that cold, frigid summer day out on the frozen fjord. Memories of looking up, still caught in the grips of despair and seeing the motionless, iced-over form of her sister - as icy blue as her replacement limb is - hovering over her protectively.
With a sharp shake of her head, Elsa attempts to banish those thoughts, and in the process, the magical replacement arm shatters into tiny shards.]
Get it together... she's okay now. You don't have to think about that anymore.
[... For now, she can. But that unpleasant flashback now means that her mind is too clouded to focus on what she was trying to do. So with a defeated sigh, Elsa decides to quit for now. She doesn't leave just yet, though, and remains in the Four Seasons room for a while longer. Taking a seat close to the frozen lake, Elsa decides to slowly pass her time idly twirling her hand and causing the snow flurries to twist and turn about her. Occasionally they'll form shapes; animals and flowers, mostly, but they don't hold their form too long, and dissolve back into snow shortly after.]
What: Elsa is tired of wandering around the castle with only one arm. She's going to attempt to fix this. (also, Frozen spoilers towards the end, so be warned!)
When: Friday the 21st
Where: The Four Seasons Room (currently in winter mode!
Rating: G
[Even after living her whole life with her strange magical abilities, there were still so many things Elsa hasn't thought to do with them. To believe she knew the full extent of her power was laughable, really; she didn't even know she could make sentient snow creatures until she accidentally created Olaf. So if she could give life to snow... what she had planned now shouldn't be a problem, right?
The idea hadn't originally been hers, to be honest. In the week or so after her horrible injury at the hand of that strange beast, she had reluctantly resigned herself to living the rest of her life without her left arm. Then the fretting had started. God, what would she say if they ever made it back to Arendelle? What would her people think of her then? They accepted her powers, but would they really think a crippled young woman could be the pillar of strength they could all look to? Those thoughts had kept her up for longer than she cared to admit, and she'd be lying if she said they didn't haunt her during the day.
But then she had made that entry in the journal, and one response had stuck out to her. Someone had mentioned making an arm. Other people could make one for her. So... that meant that other people had magical abilities that recreate human limbs. If their magic could do that.... could hers?
And that's why she was here today. One of the reasons she picked the Four Seasons room was that today, it was set to her chosen element; being natural snow helped her clear her head. There was something wonderful about being surrounded by the clear chilly air of a winter that wasn't her own making, so she took a few moments to just stand in the middle of the room, taking in a few deep breaths and watching them cloud in front of her as she exhaled. When she had completely calmed all of her wandering thougts, she began to focus, guiding her magic towards her damaged shoulder. The pain is long gone by now, though there is an occasional ache every once in a while, so hopefully she won't be hurting herself by doing this.
Slowly, carefully, ice begins forming around her shoulder, moving down, down, forming a slim limb mirroring her remaining arm. It isn't too difficult to make it, honestly, and it looks exactly like the arm she lost once did, save for the fact that it was made of solid blue ice. It wasn't moving, though, and Elsa frowns. Did she do something wrong?
... Staring down at her new arm, though, is beginning to stir up some unpleasant memories. Memories of that cold, frigid summer day out on the frozen fjord. Memories of looking up, still caught in the grips of despair and seeing the motionless, iced-over form of her sister - as icy blue as her replacement limb is - hovering over her protectively.
With a sharp shake of her head, Elsa attempts to banish those thoughts, and in the process, the magical replacement arm shatters into tiny shards.]
Get it together... she's okay now. You don't have to think about that anymore.
[... For now, she can. But that unpleasant flashback now means that her mind is too clouded to focus on what she was trying to do. So with a defeated sigh, Elsa decides to quit for now. She doesn't leave just yet, though, and remains in the Four Seasons room for a while longer. Taking a seat close to the frozen lake, Elsa decides to slowly pass her time idly twirling her hand and causing the snow flurries to twist and turn about her. Occasionally they'll form shapes; animals and flowers, mostly, but they don't hold their form too long, and dissolve back into snow shortly after.]
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So... the gods offer you the chance to use magic? [So... a gift instead of a curse?]
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It's more like we're offered the chance to serve Life and wizardry is the way we're given to do it. A lot of responsibilities come along with it.