Temple) Elsa was in her temple for a lot of the remains of winter, hearing complaint after complaint. Admittedly, these complaints were mostly coming in the looks of people who were clearly upset with the conditions and the harshness of the winter. It was much worse than you would expect in March. Thankfully, with someone claiming the throne of communication again, she could understand what was said, but she could do little more than apologize and promise that she would do what she could to help.
It was frustrating, exhausting and a bit depressing. Elsa looked sad as she had a momentary reprieve in the petitions. She was doing what she could, but her control wasn't powerful yet. Thankfully, the Temple of Spring was awake, so hopefully this wouldn't last forever. But, for now she was easy to find in a white gown that looked fashioned of scintillating frost and seated on her pale throne, looking at the person who came to speak to her.
Out and About) When she was not serving as a 'goddess,' Elsa wanted to visit and see her snows, the creations that she had made. While they were dirty, it was still snow and the cold itself barely touched her. She walked out into the midst of the glimmering and white beauty, looking with sadness at it all.
It was hard for her to bring herself to smile, not the way that she wanted to. This would have been so much easier with Anna around, and she felt terrible for thinking such a thing. She would not wish for her sister to suffer all of this, not if she could help it, but the loneliness was powerful right now.
Impromptu Snowball Fights) No matter how sad she was, though, when a snowball struck her from behind it was hard not to smile. The reason was because of the source. There were children out and about, hurling the little orbs at each other and playing loudly. Apparently her snows were interfering with school, and the children were all taking advantage of the chance for some good old fashioned fun.
She grinned and balled up some light snow to return fire, grateful that children so often seemed immune to that deep melancholy winter could bring. Her second snowball throw, however, definitely didn't hit one of the kids. She managed to look a little abashed as she waved and covered her mouth with her hand.
Wildcard) (OOC: Want something else? Feel free to ask. Hot cocoa to stave off the cold, ice skating, almost anything.)
Elsa | Frozen (OTA)
Elsa was in her temple for a lot of the remains of winter, hearing complaint after complaint. Admittedly, these complaints were mostly coming in the looks of people who were clearly upset with the conditions and the harshness of the winter. It was much worse than you would expect in March. Thankfully, with someone claiming the throne of communication again, she could understand what was said, but she could do little more than apologize and promise that she would do what she could to help.
It was frustrating, exhausting and a bit depressing. Elsa looked sad as she had a momentary reprieve in the petitions. She was doing what she could, but her control wasn't powerful yet. Thankfully, the Temple of Spring was awake, so hopefully this wouldn't last forever. But, for now she was easy to find in a white gown that looked fashioned of scintillating frost and seated on her pale throne, looking at the person who came to speak to her.
Out and About)
When she was not serving as a 'goddess,' Elsa wanted to visit and see her snows, the creations that she had made. While they were dirty, it was still snow and the cold itself barely touched her. She walked out into the midst of the glimmering and white beauty, looking with sadness at it all.
It was hard for her to bring herself to smile, not the way that she wanted to. This would have been so much easier with Anna around, and she felt terrible for thinking such a thing. She would not wish for her sister to suffer all of this, not if she could help it, but the loneliness was powerful right now.
Impromptu Snowball Fights)
No matter how sad she was, though, when a snowball struck her from behind it was hard not to smile. The reason was because of the source. There were children out and about, hurling the little orbs at each other and playing loudly. Apparently her snows were interfering with school, and the children were all taking advantage of the chance for some good old fashioned fun.
She grinned and balled up some light snow to return fire, grateful that children so often seemed immune to that deep melancholy winter could bring. Her second snowball throw, however, definitely didn't hit one of the kids. She managed to look a little abashed as she waved and covered her mouth with her hand.
Wildcard)
(OOC: Want something else? Feel free to ask. Hot cocoa to stave off the cold, ice skating, almost anything.)