❄️❄️❄️Frozen Fractals❄️❄️❄️ (show_yourself) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-01 04:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elsa of arendelle, weiss schnee |
Let’s bail, like two old friends deciding to find something more interesting to do.
Who: Weiss and Elsa
What: Meeting at a party
When: Mid-March
Where: A party
Status: complete
Rating: PG
It was kind of exciting. Elsa felt like her powers were finally under her control, and now that the terror of the earthquake had passed she was able to look forward to.good things instead of bad things.
Though she wasn't sure a fancy party was entirely a good thing, it did let her dress up in a glittery blue and white gown and put her best face forward for both her family and L-Corp.
She just had to get over the whole being surrounded by people thing. Seeking some.escape she made her way to the drinks and nearly bumped into someone. “Pardon me, I’m sorry.”
"You should really take some care with your steps," An imperious voice said, off to the side of her. Weiss was standing there in a dress that faded from white into a muted grey blue that was positively dripping in sparkles. Since she was still the spokesperson and heir of the Schnee Diamond Company, it was important to be a brand ambassador and attend as many of these events as she could.
There was a half empty glass of fizzy punch in her hand, the rest of which had splashed to the floor. Only a quick step to the side had spared her dress a similar fate as the floor. "Fruit juices stain so easily. You're lucky the floors are stone and I'm the picture of grace this evening."
“My mistake,” Elsa assured her. She looked mildly sheepish for a moment before settling a regal mask onto her face. It was what was necessary to get her through this, just like the coronation. At least this time there wouldn’t be any accidental displays of power - she had more control, and it wasn't like anyone would set her off. Right?
“I was trying to get away from that man.” She nodded her head towards a lecherous old coot.
Weiss's gaze followed the direction of Elsa's nod, and she gave the lecherous old coot an utterly scathing look. It was one she was well practiced at, and the man darted his eyes off to the side before walking away from them. "How disgusting. Old men like that should know better than to look upon us with such... lustful gazes! As if I would let any man touch me, let alone him."
She snorted through her nose and then turned, motioning for the bartender to make her a fresh drink. "Thank goodness for this open bar. At least I can refresh my drink. If only I was old enough to ask for something stronger. This party is... less than sensational."
Now that she'd had a second look at Elsa, the woman reminded her a little of her older sister, Winter. Elsa was positively regal when she wasn't clumsily escaping perverts. It made Weiss's insides quake.
“I don’t exactly want any men touching me either,” Elsa agreed, though possibly for entirely gayer reasons. She didn’t much like anyone touching her without her permission though she was getting better at that as she grew more confident in her dreams. She could probably handle a surprise hug from a friend. Or a kiss from a pretty girl. Ozma had certainly helped with that too.
She looked down at her own drink. “Their selection isn’t very good. The wine is mediocre at best, and I don’t usually drink anything harder than that in public.”
Elsa lifted her head and gave Weiss a crooked smile. “It could get embarrassing otherwise.”
"Then I suppose I'll consider myself grateful that I'm not old enough to drink it yet." At least not in public. Privately, Weiss had at times taken part in the sort of wild lifestyle that diamond heiresses were fond of. That was information not to be shared with anyone, no matter how glamorous they were. She did raise her eyebrows, though, at Elsa's comment. "Is that something you're certain you want to share with me? What do you even mean, saying such a thing?"
“I think we’ve both seen what the hard stuff does to people who aren’t paying attention,” Elsa replied. “It makes them do or say things they might regret in the morning.” She stepped closer to Weiss, standing at her side and gestured with her glass at one of the older men who was making a big fool of himself with a supermodel.
"Well, that's incredibly presumptuous, even if it's true." Weiss huffed, before following Elsa's graceful gesture and taking in the sight the other woman had pointed out. Parties like this were notorious for the kind of thing they were looking at right that moment. In fact, some of them were artificially 'seeded' with lovely young girls, just in case. Weiss had no idea of that, not yet, but it was something she'd eventually learn.
"But if it were true, it would have to be a discussion for another time. Far away from disgusting men like this and the vapid women who hang around them, hoping to milk them for every cent they own." Because in Weiss's mind, that could be the only reason women the age of her or Elsa could show interest in a man that old. There were other words for women like that, but she didn't dare say them aloud.
“I’m sure they’re just… lonely.” Elsa was inclined to be more charitable at the moment, since none of them were giving her Hans vibes. But then, Hans had seemed harmless if annoying when she’d met him. So maybe there was something to it. She held her arm out to Weiss. “Let’s bail, like two old friends deciding to find something more interesting to do.”
The only men that had ever had anything to do with Weiss in her entire life had been intent on using her for one reason or the other. And she didn't have a charitable bone in her body. Or at least, that's what she was convinced of. She tilted her head at Elsa, regarding her for a moment. "Are you crazy? What if we're caught? We only just met, besides. Though… that does sound far more fun than staying here."
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Elsa asked, not really knowing how bad things could get with the wrong people involved. “We’ll just drink in moderation.”
"I don't... think that's a good idea." Weiss admitted, shifting her drink from one hand to the other. It was one of her only nervous twitches. "It isn't legal in most places, and I don't need to be in any more trouble. We could get something else?"
Why did this suddenly feel like two school children trying to plan a date? She felt awkward and like her insides were made of gelatin. She was certain that if she took a step she'd forget how to walk properly in heels and fall all over herself.
"Oh, right." Elsa quirked her eyebrow in that trademark way of hers. She'd forgotten in the course of her conversation, and suddenly felt a little bit like an idiot. Pretty girls did that to her, Elsa had discovered, and still didn't know what to do with that information or how to girl.
"We could get sundaes, if you want?" If all else failed, fall back on chocolate.
"Oh..." Weiss replied, blinking her eyes a few times. That sounded like something her and Winter would have done, back when she was still around. Her big sister would often take them away somewhere to cheat on their diets together in secret. She set her glass down on the nearby table, and poked her fingers together. "That would be a major sin, all of that ice cream, and... hot fudge, and toppings..."
“Cherries, and sprinkles, and lots and lots of chocolate,” Elsa said, eyes alight with mischief. If Weiss pushed back she’d stop,but it didn’t seem like Weiss was going to take much convincing.
Weiss's lips twisted together. This was an extremely sorely tempting opportunity, and what could it hurt? She could always work all the calories off taking some laps in her pool the next day.
The company couldn't hurt, either. She was actually somewhat fond of it. Maybe Elsa could make a good friend in the middle of all of this. Not to say that Ruby wasn't an amazing friend to her, or any of her other teammates, but they didn't quite understand her own situation any more than she completely understood theirs. "...And sprinkles?"
Weiss wasn’t the only one hurting for friends. Elsa had her sister, and a small but growing number of friends, but was still coming out of her shell. This would be good.
“And sprinkles.”