At first the soldier girl seemed nervous, but when she ran forward to hack at the frozen dark shapes, Elsa could not but grin in grim satisfaction. Whatever she had done, whatever power she apparently had at her beck and call, it was useful. Looking down at her hands she frowned in amazement, tracing the palm of one hand with a finger. From where did the ice come? She wasn’t colder than usual, she could feel hot blood pulse underneath her skin, but yet there had been ice when she willed it to come. Raising her head at the call for more ice, she glanced down at her hands again, trying to call the ice the way she had a moment before. But this time was different, she concentrated just as hard, held her hands just the same, but nothing happened. A small flicker of ice, a mere snowflake compared to the icy cloud she had thrown earlier, appeared before flickering and disappearing. Glancing over to the mess of parts that had formerly been moving creatures, she closed her eyes for a second, trying to concentrate. Still nothing happened. The exhilaration that she had felt moments ago was vanishing, panic taking over as she looked around, seeing dark shapes still hurrying around. She had been ordered to stay and even if she sneaked away now, she had a sinking feeling that the dark man would find her.
And just then another man appeared. At first he was an indistinct shadow, no features or defining attributes visible. Then he came closer, and Elsa lost any shard of concentration she had been holding onto. Dark curly hair, rumpled from the ruckus. Dark eyes that scanned her and their surroundings. She started to back away at the same time as he did, but the distance did nothing to hide the fact that he was very tall. The feeling of familiarity hit her like a wall of stone, taking away her ability to breath and slowing her thoughts to a crawl. She knew him, Elsa was convinced of it. When she looked at him, she knew how his skin felt against hers, how the stubble on his cheek felt against her cheek, how many steps she had to take to keep up with his long legs. Just seeing him from a distance, she was beset with images, small splinters from the memories she had lost. How he smelled, how his voice sounded; and then even more intimate memories: his lips on hers, his arms around her and… Her ability to breathe returned, her body deciding for her when she was starting to sway from holding it too long. Taking a gasping breath, her hand flew to her neck, feeling her pulse tremble like a frightened bird beneath her skin. Staring at him with wide eyes, her surroundings were forgotten. Fire, lightning, ice were forgotten as she hesitatingly stepped forward, closer to the man she thought she knew, even though she had no name. “I’ve seen you in my dreams,” she said, hardly conscious that she was uttering the words aloud, more reacting to the barrage of impressions. Taking another step forward, her attention was brought back to the fact that they were in a battle, by a dark form suddenly hurtling towards them. Turning her eyes and then her body when she heard the sounds it made, she reacted without thinking, without processing what was happening, as she had done earlier in the evening. Again, fire streamed through her hands, kissing her skin with warmth before flowing to envelop the dark approaching shape. The smell was awful, but the confusion raging inside her was worse.