Frozen AU, voicetesting. (Spoilers will probably be in the comments.)

[willneverletitgo]

So you say my sister is here. [Elsa's voice is so toneless, her face so carefully neutral and disinterested, that you would never know how close to home this hits for her. Her stance is rigid as ever; observers may note if they look closely that the crowned queen looks a little too thin, and tired.]

Assuming it wasn't impossible, what makes you think she or I would want to be together again? I think what happened the first time is not something that needs to be repeated.

Comments

[idkworldruler]

Well don't repeat it.

[willneverletitgo]

It's a complicated matter. Things are not that simple.

[idkworldruler]

Pnly if you make it too complicated. Relax and learn to love the bomb.

[willneverletitgo]

Control is preferable to relaxation. And you don't know what you're talking about in this case.

[idkworldruler]

Oh I know exactly what I'm talking about. I watched your movie and all of that.

[willneverletitgo]

I'm an 'AU'. Things went differently. When we were kids...

[No. Don't go there. Think of fractals, intricacies, geometry, court politics. Don't feel. Let the facts become dates and numbers, nothing else. The expression she wears is temporarily uncertain, but swallowed up quickly by her default coldness.]

[knight_king]

Is your relationship with your sister poor?

[That seems common in royalty. Jealousy abounds.]

[willneverletitgo]

The contrary. We were quite close when she was alive.

[knight_king]

I see. My sympathies for your loss, then.

[willneverletitgo]

I thank you.

Seeing her here would be... I don't know. Complicated, at best. I suppose everyone who sees their loved ones here has similar reactions. But I think it would be easier if she and I didn't speak.

[Elsa wouldn't know what to say. Where to even begin. Even queens are but human in the end.]

[knight_king]

It is. The situation is more awkward when the said relative or friend has passed away as it is your sister's case. I do not blame you for wishing to avoid those circumstances.

[willneverletitgo]

So far my luck has held. Perhaps it will stay that way.

[pheromones]

Don't be silly. Sisters share a special bond.

[willneverletitgo]

I agree. But things are complicated. It's in her best interest to stay away from me.

[pheromones]

Oh, that's too bad. It's too dangerous for me to see my sisters, too. But you can make lots of new friends.

[willneverletitgo]

I don't have time for that. I don't have time to be here at all. My mundane just doesn't listen to reason.

[pheromones]

No one will even notice you're gone. Time dilation, or something. Not my field. Anyway, you have tons of time! Why not meet new people? You're gorgeous!

[willneverletitgo]

I don't do well with people. I have never had friends. [It took years to be able to say something like that like it's nothing, but Elsa pulls it off flawlessly.

She blinks in surprise at the last bit, though.] I'm what?

[She's the Queen of Solitude, to most kingdoms and nobility that know her. She has heard every unkind metaphor for her appearance, and all the false pretty ones at dinner parties and in the court, but this woman doesn't know she's a Queen, so why...?]

OH DEAR LAWD :D

[compl3telyordinary]

E-elsa?! [ SISTAAAAA. Makes a run to scoop you into a hug, but stops awkwardly and nearly falls on you. She laughs nervously. ]

Wow...I mean, it's good to see you! I-I mean, it's great! [ bringing her hands together, she switches quickly from looking up at Elsa, and looking at that distracting thing on the wall. :[ ]

Brace for impact.

[willneverletitgo]

[Elsa stares at her, long and hard, looking hard. Is this... this is. This is what Anna would look like grown up. That exuberance and childlike joy all but confirms it as the same time as it twists a knife deep into Elsa's long frozen heart.

The temperature drops around them, but other than that Elsa is able to reign in her powers. Daily practice for years will do that for a woman; what it will not do is keep her heart from racing and her eyes from widening.]

...but you're dead, [she whispers at last.] I- this isn't real, is it? [Elsa wants to reach out to confirm it, but she has not touched anyone since she was a child, and the action seems terribly intimate to initiate with someone who she wronged so dearly.]

8C <3 <3

[compl3telyordinary]

I'm-- wh-what? [ She sets her gaze on Elsa, looking totally lost. ] No...I'm fine. Look! [ she waves her arms around and juts a leg out. This is apparently the best way to show big sister that she's totally fine. ]

I hope it's real...I-I've missed you. [ her expression softens. Elsa looks a little tense, and also politeness and all that. She really wants to hug you right now because you look like you really need it. :c She lifts a hand slowly, quietly, as if not wanting to scare her away. Same warm, sun-kissed skin. Her eyes mirror what she feels in her heart-- an absolute longing to be with her only family. ]

[willneverletitgo]

[Elsa takes a step back, then another, enough to be out of reach. She will not hurt Anna again. She has worked too hard to have history repeat itself here. Even though she's never had another accident, it doesn't mean she can't or won't. Anna is painfully real.]

I missed you, too.

[But she can't cry. She can't let herself get emotional. She focuses on the pain in her stomach from lack of food - the carefully engineered distraction she kept with her at all times - and looked away from those eyes that could undo the Queen.]

[compl3telyordinary]

Elsa... [ Anna takes her hand back, pressing it against her chest. she isn't really sure where to go. ] You look..thin. N-not that thin is bad, or anything, but I mean, [ working herself up a bit, she tries to brush off her poor wording ] You just..

[ no matter how many times she looks at this version of Elsa, she just looks miserable. Unhealthy..sad...lonely. She takes a small step forward. ]

What are you so afraid of?

[letemburn]

[Well aren't we two pees in a traumatized pod.]

Good luck trying to convince your mun. They seem rather insistent on making us face our past. [Does it look like Elsa's radiating some angry heat? Because she is.]

[willneverletitgo]

I don't see what good it'll do us. Or Anna, for that matter.