[ well, it's not as if elsa isn't particularly familiar with and accustomed to magic. it was quite rare back home, of course, but it existed - as she is living proof of, clearly enough. still, telepathy? that's new. and.. a little bit unnerving, if she's honest. elsa has always and ever been a very private person, holding her cards close to her chest, and while she has opened herself up quite a but as of late, she is still very much a work in progress.

so the idea of.. broadcasting her thoughts to strangers? and having their own invade her own mind? it's not the most comfortable idea. but, you know, if it's the only efficient means of communication, well.. when in rome. or verens, apparently. so let's give it a whirl.. ]

Hello? Am I doing this correctly? I feel silly..

[ she's just talking to herself, isn't she?? this is weird as heck. ]

[ well.

if you asked her this morning, elsa definitely would not have said she would spend her day laying on the ground.

but here she is. pretending to be dead, in the street, all alone. it seems so easy in theory - and it is easy - but boy is it mindlessly boring. very, very boring. she tries so hard to keep still, and she manages it for several hours, trying to lose herself in entertaining thoughts, but soon enough, by the time early evening rolls around she is tracing her fingertips over the street, drawing little frost patterns upon which hop and dance little tiny, inch high snowmen. ]

[ well, this is certainly more entertaining than lying dead in the streets, but it's no less strange, to chase flowers running on their own roots. how do they do that?? she can't find it too strange though, considering, you know, dancing snowmen.

nevertheless, holding her skirts, elsa chases quickly after a skittering daisy. ]

No, please stop -

[ this daisy is so agile?? it twists away from her grasp several times, and she's getting pretty steamed at this point. when the daisy turns away from her fingers yet again, elsa huffs in frustration. ]

Oh, no you don't!

[ eat snowball, plant!!

.. oh, err, here's hoping she didn't smush it too terribly. carefully, she kneels down to begin dusting off the now very chilly, dazed little flower. ]