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[Accidental audio:]
--No, I've... I've heard enough. [The words are clipped; trying for firm politeness, but there's a note of stress to them that's clear even over the chatter of the welcoming committee. The WC ladies have no sense of personal space and by the time the audio starts recording, Elsa just might be at the end of her rope trying to make them back off.] I understand it's important. I'll write. Don't. [Stop touching her.] I'll be fine. Thank you.
[It's an additional couple of minutes before she's escaped the overwhelming welcome and gathered herself enough to actually write as promised, but once she does, it's in a pretty, cursive handwriting:]
If this book really works the way I've been told it does, I suppose what I'm asking for is an alternative explanation to this situation than the one I've been presented.
[Other worlds? Time stopping? It doesn't makes sense.] By whose authority am I here? I request an audience immediately. Any... conditions to my release I'd rather be brought directly to me. [Can she negotiate her own ransom? She'll at least pretend she can.] You must understand I'm not going to stay.
[Is that commanding and queenly enough? Please be commanding and queenly enough. After a brief hesitation, she adds something a little softer:]
If there is anyone reading this, with any information to share... please. I'd be in your debt.
[Still unaware that there was an audio recording to begin with, Elsa intends it to be all text, but the journal decides to top it off with a brief video: belying the calm, collected message, it shows Elsa standing not far from the Welcome Center, fidgeting with her hands as she awaits responses, her face contorted with worry. She's got this, clearly.]
--No, I've... I've heard enough. [The words are clipped; trying for firm politeness, but there's a note of stress to them that's clear even over the chatter of the welcoming committee. The WC ladies have no sense of personal space and by the time the audio starts recording, Elsa just might be at the end of her rope trying to make them back off.] I understand it's important. I'll write. Don't. [Stop touching her.] I'll be fine. Thank you.
[It's an additional couple of minutes before she's escaped the overwhelming welcome and gathered herself enough to actually write as promised, but once she does, it's in a pretty, cursive handwriting:]
If this book really works the way I've been told it does, I suppose what I'm asking for is an alternative explanation to this situation than the one I've been presented.
[Other worlds? Time stopping? It doesn't makes sense.] By whose authority am I here? I request an audience immediately. Any... conditions to my release I'd rather be brought directly to me. [Can she negotiate her own ransom? She'll at least pretend she can.] You must understand I'm not going to stay.
[Is that commanding and queenly enough? Please be commanding and queenly enough. After a brief hesitation, she adds something a little softer:]
If there is anyone reading this, with any information to share... please. I'd be in your debt.
[Still unaware that there was an audio recording to begin with, Elsa intends it to be all text, but the journal decides to top it off with a brief video: belying the calm, collected message, it shows Elsa standing not far from the Welcome Center, fidgeting with her hands as she awaits responses, her face contorted with worry. She's got this, clearly.]
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