It's already a struggle for Elsa, settling into a completely different environment, dumping herself into a crowd of strangers. They all have been nice, but she keeps her space, wanting to be alone for the sake of everyone else. Sure, Loki had assured her that this was a good place for her, but she has her reservations.
A late night read seemed apt because sleep often finds her in the wee hours of the morning anyway. It's better than tossing and turning. She had hoped to find some reading material here on what to make of her own powers, but had, instead, found herself reading on the early history of women superheroes instead.
It was then that the library went entirely into shutdown mode, confirming a worry that they wanted to confine her. It was irrational, probably, considering the principle of the school, but she feels it nonetheless. Her heart beats out of her chest and it seems there's no room for escape, that the walls seem to close in as the windows slam shut. The alarm is too much. Elsa, gloveless for once, backs into a corner and shuts her eyes, just as ice fractals spread from her fingers and toes, creeping over books and tables and tiled floors.
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elsa | library | ota
Date: 2014-08-22 07:21 pm (UTC)It's already a struggle for Elsa, settling into a completely different environment, dumping herself into a crowd of strangers. They all have been nice, but she keeps her space, wanting to be alone for the sake of everyone else. Sure, Loki had assured her that this was a good place for her, but she has her reservations.
A late night read seemed apt because sleep often finds her in the wee hours of the morning anyway. It's better than tossing and turning. She had hoped to find some reading material here on what to make of her own powers, but had, instead, found herself reading on the early history of women superheroes instead.
It was then that the library went entirely into shutdown mode, confirming a worry that they wanted to confine her. It was irrational, probably, considering the principle of the school, but she feels it nonetheless. Her heart beats out of her chest and it seems there's no room for escape, that the walls seem to close in as the windows slam shut. The alarm is too much. Elsa, gloveless for once, backs into a corner and shuts her eyes, just as ice fractals spread from her fingers and toes, creeping over books and tables and tiled floors.