InsaneJournal

queen elsa (swirlingstorm) wrote in payline, @ 2014-02-23 11:29:00

After a restless night with little sleep, Elsa was exhausted and on the verge of panic. She had been unable to find any gloves - due in part mostly to her utter confusion and disorientation given her radical new surroundings. She had never seen anything like any of this, not in her whole life. Being isolated for her childhood hadn't helped the culture shock either. There were so many people, which added the discomfort of social interaction to the puzzling land she found herself in. When she finally picked herself up off the still-made bed in her room, she had been devastated to find the walls completely frozen. Even in her restless sleep, her ability had slipped away from her. What was she supposed to do here? How was she supposed to control it? Anna wasn't here. There was nothing familiar about this place at all. Things finally reached a tipping point when, in the bathroom, she froze the water from the faucet and chose to flee the hotel. She needed to put some distance between herself and all these innocent people. If they found out what she could do... even if things had worked out back home, she could still hear the fearful screams and accusations of 'monster!' swirling in her head. She didn't want a repeat of that.

Fleeing the hotel, Elsa rushed out into the street and looked up. Her blue eyes widened in fear and disappointment as she noticed the flurries falling from the sky. Was she doing that? Looking around, she felt her heart start to hammer loudly in her chest and suddenly it became hard to breathe. "Focus," she hissed the command to herself, "Focus, focus. Control," she lifted her hands to run through her pale blonde hair. It didn't work though. It was too much. She was trapped here. Away from everything she knew, away from her sister - the only thing that had saved her the first time had been her sister and now Anna was a world away. The more her mind raced through the facts, the more fear coursed through her. The sky darkened and the wind picked up, swirling the blue fabric of her dress around her. Elsa gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on suppressing her feelings, but nothing changed. She doubled over, hands in her hair, trying as hard as she could to stop her power from pouring out of her, but it only made it worse. Snow began to fall harder, the wind began to howl, and when Elsa opened her eyes, she straightened up in fear - radiating from her feet, ice was rapidly racing down the street, the road turning from the strange black stone to solid white-blue ice.

Helpless to stop it, Elsa could only watch in horror as the storm began to pick up, all spiraling out from where she stood in the center of the street. Any other moment, she may have looked out of place in Vegas, her long gown dating her. Yet in the middle of the building blizzard, Elsa's pale features and snowflake embroidered gown made her look right at home - which was the farthest thing from the truth as she tried to wrestle with her fear and panic. How was she supposed to stop this?