Introduction - voice

[erronthesideoffun]

So uh.

I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

I'm not where I'm supposed to be at all.

It took me a moment to notice, because it's a castle and I live in a castle, but it was weird because neither Kai or Gerda or any of the other staff came to wake me and then I realized it wasn't my room and...

[a small, yet somehow long pause]

... Why am I even talking to a book?!

Someone please tell me what the heck is going on...

Comments

[written]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Oh. Oh.

So Elsa may be having a minor freakout because oh no, Anna's here too. Which is bad because she's seen strange things happen here, and has heard of horrible misfortunes happening to the captives held here. And while she's slightly comforted with the fact that the strange magic that this realm operates on means that the two surviving members of Arendelle's royal family will not appear to be missing back home... that didn't change the fact that Anna was here, and that meant that she could be subjected to any number of strange things.

But on the other hand... Anna was here. Her beloved baby sister was here with her now, and she won't be alone. They were together, and Elsa would most definitely look out for her.]

Anna, where are you?

[The writing is easily recognizable as Elsa's own penmanship, though the script is slightly wobbly, like her hand was shaking as she wrote.]

[voice]

[erronthesideoffun]

[okay... now there's words magically appearing in this book. But... she's seen that writing before. Even with her and Elsa being separated for so long, she'd seen enough of her sister's royal decrees to know her writing anywhere]

... Elsa?

[Anna began wondering if she should be writing too... oh dear, there were a million things to consider about all this...]

[written]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Don't worry, Anna. Elsa's just as weirded out by the strange magic journals as you are. It's why she keeps to writing - she still finds talking to (and hearing voices from) a book to be a little too strange. But in this case, hearing her sister's voice... that's enough to keep her from being too creeped out for now.]

Yes, it's me. I'm stuck in the castle too; if you can find your way down to the first floor, I can meet you there.

Re: [written]

[erronthesideoffun]

First floor? I'm not even sure what floor I'm on...!

[Anna has a million questions she wants to ask, but... if this isn't a trick, and Anna is suddenly worrying it might be... she figures it'd be better to ask them to Elsa in person]

... Look! I'll try and come find you if you tell me something only Elsa would know!

Dictated-

[stainedglassreflections]

[ Oh, he can't pass that up. He'll be serious in a moment, but for now- ]

Because the book talks back, of course!

[voice]

[erronthesideoffun]

...

Holy-

... Um. You're not possessed, are you? Or did someone bring you to life, because I actually have experience with things like that...?

[voice]

[stainedglassreflections]

[ How far does he want to take this. Hmmmnn. ]

Oh no. I have a nice room here. Looks quite a bit like home.

[voice]

[erronthesideoffun]

Eh, so this is your room? ... why did you bring me here then, Mr. Book?

[raleighs]

Well, you're not dead. If that helps.

[So helpful this one.]

[erronthesideoffun]

[... okay book, that's a very... odd thing to say suddenly]

... why... would I think that I were dead?

[raleighs]

Why wouldn't you?

dictated;

[lucre]

[ It's a pity, really, that Lucrezia's in such a mischievous mood today. ]

How terrible of you to discriminate against a poor and innocent book like myself.

[voice]

[erronthesideoffun]

Ha ha, very funny. Someone already tried that, you know.

[voice]

[lucre]

Pity. If I had only spoken first.

Now I can only bid you welcome.

[shortishandbossy]

Maybe you're goin' crazy.

[voice]

[erronthesideoffun]

Oh, sure. I spend years talking to photos in our gallery and suddenly talking to a book makes me crazy did I just say that out loud?!

dictated

[shortishandbossy]

Would you feel better if I said you didn't?

[bezazzled]

[Okay, let's tackle the more important issue here.]

Are you a princess?

[She lives in a castle and has servants. Or staff. Whatever.]

[erronthesideoffun]

Um, yes I do. Why do you ask?

[bezazzled]

[Have a drawn out gasp, followed by a voice a pitch or two higher than before.]

Reeeeaaaally? Ohmigosh. I bet you're elegant and beautiful like a swan or some other animal that's equally graceful.

[fairlyclassichim]

[Don't mind Archer, he's starting to find arrivals like this more and more entertaining, so he's definitely chuckling at her expense as he answers.]

But what if you're exactly where you're supposed to be? Ever think of that?

[erronthesideoffun]

... That...

...

I don't even know what to say to that...

[both_neither]

That is kind of a long story... [And there's a tiny chuckle at that because...book...story...heh]

[erronthesideoffun]

... Was that a joke

It was a joke wasn't it

[both_neither]

I didn't mean it to be.