She was currently organizing all of her weapons - all in a row, pretty blades that glinted and winked at her, knives of all shapes and sizes and the sword she used in her classes, learning new tricks of the trade. The walls, she'd practiced on those - throwing her knives to get a good stick, from a good distance, hurling them with an angry whiplash that meant she was picturing the receiving end of the attack to be dead. Many faces she pictured, but after awhile it got to be too boring. She wanted something real. The iron-copper tang of blood coating her teeth, on her tongue; she wanted ears to string up in necklaces, ones she'd wear proudly as a warning to all who crossed her. Or even didn't cross her.
Blades, blunt objects, even a gun she'd gotten from somewhere - stole it, actually, it was one of those designs from the lab Ariel lived in but if Firecrotch's sticky fingers were going to mean that Anna got more violent toys, then by all means. The sleek design was pretty. She liked this boomstick.
Then the knock came, and she snarled. "WHAT?!" To the door she went, throwing it open to find Loki there. Whom she would normally be delighted to see, but now he was just an annoyance. Especially when her mind wasn't functioning properly - it was ice cold. It was like brain freeze. No emotion besides wrath, no color besides red.