Post by Elsa on Dec 1, 2021 2:49:14 GMT
((Elsa out and about a good bit outside of Arendelle where she can look down on it))
Somehow it felt quieter without the stars. The moon still hunt in the sky like a lone soldier, doing its best to defy the odds, but without being accompanied by the other glittering little lights it seemed lonelier. More desolate. These were struggles that Elsa had enough trouble with on their own, let alone with unexplained phenomenons and their very own soldiers going missing. It felt like every day a new person would go missing, no rhyme or reason, and yet it wasn’t for herself that Elsa was worried. As always it was those around her she worried about.
A dark cloak around her shoulders with ashen fur lining the inside. The hood was pulled loosely atop her head, her silver nearly shimmering hair peaking out dimly in the limited moonlight. At the centre of Arendelle Elsa had transformed some pillars and a wooden bulletin board to a section to pin lost faces. Those unaccounted for since the darkness befell. It made her feel ill, these nights suddenly becoming more ominous and dangerous than they already were. Her pale gaze scanned over the growing number of pinned pictures. Some sketches some more modern with colors through technology she was slowly becoming more familiar with. The mixture of people, animals, and creatures of all ages. No pattern.
“Where have you gone.” she spoke softly to herself, barely a whisper in the winds that grew more icy every night. It didn’t bother her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel it. It had never felt like this before, even the unfamiliar breeze of that winter spirit while she felt it wasn’t her own chill it hadn’t felt so different. Bad.
The ice queen turned from where she stood in front of the bulletin board of missing faces, a soft touch of winter dust billowing from her cloak as she took off in a brisk walk across the cobbled streets of Arendelle. The boats rocked in the water, not quite iced over and in the brisk wind the water slopped against the stone of the harbour and the wooden bodies of the ships. A thick fog had begun to roll in as Elsa departed alone from the safety of the walls of Arendelle. Except she didn’t follow the patrolled path into the camps where the rest of the army rested in the forest. Skirting along to more familiar terrain, a beaten path of stone that scaled further up the mountainside where she could be alone.
A steady frown upon her face only marred by a slightly weakened quirk upon her lips. She was bothered and anxious. The anxieties she bore only made her powers more temperamental, unpredictable. If she couldn’t control it, or didn’t know she could, then she’d need to be alone. And with any luck perhaps she’d find some answers for the missing people. Perhaps whatever it was would try to take her too and receive a nasty surprise. She could see the glow of Arendelle from where she scaled further up the mountain path, only where the heels of her boots allowed her to reasonably go without being ridiculous. Turning, and putting her fists on her hips she exhaled hotly into the cold air. A fog was moving in, obscuring her view of the town but the gentle torchlights of those patrolling soldiers and posts could still be seen.
Somehow it felt quieter without the stars. The moon still hunt in the sky like a lone soldier, doing its best to defy the odds, but without being accompanied by the other glittering little lights it seemed lonelier. More desolate. These were struggles that Elsa had enough trouble with on their own, let alone with unexplained phenomenons and their very own soldiers going missing. It felt like every day a new person would go missing, no rhyme or reason, and yet it wasn’t for herself that Elsa was worried. As always it was those around her she worried about.
A dark cloak around her shoulders with ashen fur lining the inside. The hood was pulled loosely atop her head, her silver nearly shimmering hair peaking out dimly in the limited moonlight. At the centre of Arendelle Elsa had transformed some pillars and a wooden bulletin board to a section to pin lost faces. Those unaccounted for since the darkness befell. It made her feel ill, these nights suddenly becoming more ominous and dangerous than they already were. Her pale gaze scanned over the growing number of pinned pictures. Some sketches some more modern with colors through technology she was slowly becoming more familiar with. The mixture of people, animals, and creatures of all ages. No pattern.
“Where have you gone.” she spoke softly to herself, barely a whisper in the winds that grew more icy every night. It didn’t bother her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel it. It had never felt like this before, even the unfamiliar breeze of that winter spirit while she felt it wasn’t her own chill it hadn’t felt so different. Bad.
The ice queen turned from where she stood in front of the bulletin board of missing faces, a soft touch of winter dust billowing from her cloak as she took off in a brisk walk across the cobbled streets of Arendelle. The boats rocked in the water, not quite iced over and in the brisk wind the water slopped against the stone of the harbour and the wooden bodies of the ships. A thick fog had begun to roll in as Elsa departed alone from the safety of the walls of Arendelle. Except she didn’t follow the patrolled path into the camps where the rest of the army rested in the forest. Skirting along to more familiar terrain, a beaten path of stone that scaled further up the mountainside where she could be alone.
A steady frown upon her face only marred by a slightly weakened quirk upon her lips. She was bothered and anxious. The anxieties she bore only made her powers more temperamental, unpredictable. If she couldn’t control it, or didn’t know she could, then she’d need to be alone. And with any luck perhaps she’d find some answers for the missing people. Perhaps whatever it was would try to take her too and receive a nasty surprise. She could see the glow of Arendelle from where she scaled further up the mountain path, only where the heels of her boots allowed her to reasonably go without being ridiculous. Turning, and putting her fists on her hips she exhaled hotly into the cold air. A fog was moving in, obscuring her view of the town but the gentle torchlights of those patrolling soldiers and posts could still be seen.