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[bothfoulandfair]

[Public Video]

[The feed clicks on to show the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, but not much else. It's off white, and otherwise not all that interesting, although it's briefly blocked out by the swish of something that might be a dress.

There's some faint, not quite panicked breathing and then quick, cautious footsteps. They stop, and after a pause, a quiet, feminine voice can be heard.]

Anna?

[There's a sound of the door opening, a surprised gasp, a slight pause, and then the door slams shut. The recording continues.]

[Open Spam]

[This isn't Arendelle. She'd thought she'd been brought home, after she'd realized she wasn't dead, or even injured after the confrontation on the North Mountain, but the hallway is nowhere she recognizes, and that just doesn't make sense. She's never been here before, but she woke up in her room, the room she'd lived in ever since her parents had moved her out of the one she'd shared with her sister, the room she hadn't been in since before the coronation, before-

She can feel the panic rising in her throat before she can even begin to stop it, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Her powers start to unfurl, and even though she doesn't know where she is or how she got her, if any of this is even real, she gathers her skirt in her hands and runs, looking for a doorway, a staircase, a way out of wherever this is. Frost trails behind her, marking where she's stepped with intricate hexagonal patterns of ice, but doesn't go much farther than a foot or two in either direction. If she stopped to look, it would strike her as odd that she hasn't frozen the entire building.

Instead, she keeps running until she finally finds the stairwell. She hurries up, not knowing what her other choice would be, operating more on instinct than anything logical.

When she steps out on deck, she stops, staring. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and honestly, she doesn't know what she's seeing. Snow is falling, although from what, she doesn't know as there aren't any clouds overhead, and the flakes start to swirl around her frantically, like a miniature, harmless tornado. She takes a few cautious steps forward and shivers - not from cold, never from that, but out of some sense of physical rejection of what's happening, because she doesn't know-

She startles and turns frantically at the first sign that she's not alone, holding her hands out defensively. She tries to make her voice strong, imperious, calm, but it wavers and her expression is still terrified. It doesn't sound like a very convincing threat.]

Stay back!

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[bothfoulandfair]

[It takes a moment, but she does nod - only once, and the gesture is very restrained, almost to the point of being blink-and-you'll-miss-it.]

Yes. I left it behind. [And she has no idea what it is or what it does. B(]

[orderfromchaos]

[He tucks his away again, heads for the stairwell at an easy pace, leaving room for her to walk beside him without either of them getting too close to each other's space.]

It's a thing for talking to people who aren't nearby. It only works between the people here, on the barge, but it'll let you ask more questions, or ask for things you need.

[Without running out in panic, without exposing herself to other people when she doesn't want to. Maybe it's the wrong thing to say, maybe it'll just make a worse hermit out of her, but - he knows what it feels like to just want to hide, away from it all.]

[bothfoulandfair]

[She follows behind him with her arms crossed, almost hugging herself, and while she's listening, she's looking at the ground instead of at Dillon.] Thank you.

[She still has basically no idea how to use it, but that is sort of good to know. At least she can approach things at her own pace.]

[orderfromchaos]

Was it on this level? You'll probably recognize the door, at least, they tend to be places you've been.

[He can tell she doesn't entirely remember the way back, but doesn't make a big deal of it.]

[bothfoulandfair]

Yes. I only had to walk up one flight of stairs.

[Or, you know. Run up, which explains the ice that's still lingering on the floor and steps.]

[orderfromchaos]

Makes it easier, then.

[All the way to the end of the hall before they get to her door, and hey, it's crazy, they're neighbors.]

...um, this one is me, actually.

[bothfoulandfair]

Oh.

[She doesn't quite know what to make of that, and she isn't sure she wants to touch the doorknob just yet. Freezing it off and breaking it wouldn't exactly be the ideal scenario, here.]

Thank you for accompanying me.

[orderfromchaos]

[He opens and holds the door for her like it's obvious, like it's natural, like it's something he'd do for any lady, not just the ones with that flitter of nervous uncertainty between their eyebrows and hey, maybe it is.]

Let me show you a little about the comm thing before you settle in?

[He leans on the doorway, never quite breaches her space, the boundaries of her room, but goes on right after as if she already agreed. Inertia is useful. He pulls out his comm again, runs through the basic text/talk/view and how to make something private in about twenty seconds, then moves back into the hallway with a small wave.]

Take care.

[bothfoulandfair]

[She listens attentively, doesn't ask questions, and wonders vaguely what's going to happen if she freezes hers by accident. Would it shatter? Would water damage it? She has no idea how it works, and is sort of assuming it must be some sort of magic because there's nothing like it where she's from, but she doesn't want to ask right now.

Fortunately, he seems to understand, so she meets his eyes when he leaves and manages another genuine statement, if not quite a smile.]

Thank you.