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Haven't you seen a spindle before?
And haven't you seen how dull and dreary the castle seems of late? The white walls seem almost grey and the marble floors have lost their shine. Even the chandeliers seem made of grimy glass. Perhaps that drowsy spell has even the mighty castle in its grasp. What a thought!
But today the sleepers have risen, all of them feeling an indelible call to shuffle and stumble toward the Insolitus. There is something most precious to them hiding behind that named door, and they would do all they can to protect it. Their eyes may be closed shut, their movements hindered by sleep, but they are keenly aware of anyone seeking to harm their most beloved treasure.
Voices of many sleepers, all of them monotonous, speak in unison:“ You should have let sleeping dogs lie. ”
LINKS: OUTSIDE THE DOOR | TALK TO THE ENEMY | FIGHT THE ENEMY (Keep this to one thread!) | Start your own as you please!
Re: OUTSIDE THE DOOR
Make no mistake, Elsa is scared of the approaching people - sometimes it's unclear who they are, though. Sometimes she sees the Duke's guards, their crossbows loaded and aimed at her heart. Sometimes it's Hans, looming over her with his sword raised. And sometimes it's just her subjects, the looks of fear and mistrust clear in their eyes.
She's scared, yes. She's terrified that all these people she sees approaching her will take away that thing most precious to her. But she's even more scared of losing control of her powers again. So she doesn't join those pacing and prowling before the door, waiting to defend their important thing. She stays here, with her back against the wall, trying to will away the frost slowly creeping along the floor.]
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The ice on the floor, however, is only making things difficult. She nearly slips, just barely catching herself and finding some semblance of balance. Where is it even coming from?]
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... Elsa? Elsa, where are you...?! Whatever's going on, it'll be okay...!