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[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.]

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[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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[The trail of ice catches her attention a floor below the deck, and with her shift in the infirmary still hours away, Morgana sees nothing better to do than follow it. The fact that it leads to someone very new is mildly interesting (she has not put much stock in new arrivals unless they are familiar faces since...the beginning, really), but it's the small tornado she's cultivated around herself that catches her interest.

Pulling her cloak a little tighter around herself, Morgana approaches - only to be spun on.

It's not a very convincing threat at all, and Morgana arches her eyebrows.]

Or else?

[Yes, is the first thing she wants to say, but something feels wrong, like... she's not even sure how to quantify it. There should be ice and snow everywhere, and there is, but it's not of her making.

Could she push for more? Does she want to? She doesn't know, she doesn't understand what's going on at all, and it's easier to ignore the question than to try and make this an actual threat.]

Where am I?

[This, she thinks with a small sigh, is why she rarely bothers with arrivals. She still hasn't fully accepted it.]

The Barge. [She's not afraid, at least not yet, and tries to close the distance again, to at least stand at a decent conversational range.] The Admiral brought you here. Others will say for redemption.

[Her tone says that's bullshit.]

[She takes a half step backwards, but doesn't try to run or lash out with her abilities. Not that she ever really tries to lash out, except right before she'd come here, and that had been...

Anyway, she still doesn't understand.]

Who are you?

[She laughs with an ingrained bitterness. It's been a while since she's seen someone afraid of her. Because that's what it looks like, in her mind.]

I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Morgana.

[The flurries intensify, although they're still not anything especially threatening. It should be getting worse, but it's not, and she doesn't know why.

Is it really a bad thing, though? Whatever the reason, hasn't she wanted them to go away ever since she was a child?

But what if she's wrong? She's thought she had things under control before, only to wind up here, to have a literal angry mob arrive at her front door to come drag her back to the castle against her will. She doesn't want to take that risk again, just to have all her worst fears confirmed.]

You should stay away from me.

Because you can bring about a few flurries?

[Inclining her head slightly, Morgana's eyes glow. The swirling intensifies, but the flurries pull away from Elsa, and the snow from the ground rises. They twist together, undulating, and when they burst apart, it's in the shape of a dragon. It's small, only a couple feet in length, but its wings pump, and it's jaw opens in a silent roar.

After a few moments, it loses its shape and the snow falls soflty to the ground. Morgana watches it almost sadly, before blinking and turning to the blond.]

Who are you?

[Elsa just stares, and the flurries stop entirely. Well, the flakes from the sky still fall, but her miniature hurricane has stopped, surprise replacing fear.

She's never met anyone else who can do what she does, although she's heard rumors of people with different abilities. Those rumors haven't exactly helped her think she'd be anything less than feared and cast out if people knew what she was capable of, and to see someone be so casual with her abilities is...

Well, she doesn't know what it is, and winds up blurting out the first thing that comes to mind, and it's not her name.]

Were you born with your powers, or cursed?

[There's a question, and she wonders if they're mutually exclusive.]

Born. [Her brow furrows again.] Were you cursed?

[She wonders if Elsa will wonder the same thing.]

I was born with them.

[Which... isn't really an answer, because she does feel cursed. She
hasn't had that casual confidence with her abilities in front of other people in a very, very long time, and it was only when she was completely alone that she could actually feel good about what she could do.

She still hasn't given her name, and she chews her lip briefly, wondering if she should give a false one. People might recognize her name but not her face after being locked up for so long, but they certainly weren't in Arendelle.]

My name is Elsa.

Welcome to the Barge, Elsa. [There's no recognition to be had, so Morgana is dry as she gestures toward the door, encompassing the whole of the ship.]

You'll be here a while. [She hesitates, then adds the rest, because she doesn't particularly want to answer the standard questions.] Time won't pass at home. You'll be assigned a warden, eventually.

[It still doesn't make any sense to her. This is so far beyond anything she knows or has ever even heard of back home that she has no idea how to even reconcile what's happening to her, so she just shakes her head a little.]

I don't understand how any of this is possible.

[And something trembles within her, something that probably should start freezing the deck again, but she tries to force it back. At least the snow that's already there will help mask it.]

Magic and an ego. [She shrugs.] The Admiral is more powerful than anyone, and he can send us away or take our powers. [And there is SUCH BITTERNESS there because she never, ever wants to experience that again.]

It doesn't matter how it's possible. Just that it is.

Is this Hell?

[Is she dead is the real question she's asking, because she kind of isn't sure. Everything had happened so quickly once Hans and the others had arrived.]

Sometimes.

[Some places. Some punishments. Even Zero, now.]

Not the Hell of any scripture, though. Most of us were brought here from death.

[It's the gentlest way she knows how to answer.]

[She doesn't say anything in response, because that just confirms her worst fears. Well, maybe not her worse, because maybe she deserves this, maybe this means the curse will be lifted and things can go back to the way they were without her.

But it's still overwhelming, and she sort of just wants to sink down on the deck and curl into a ball.]

[She feels some - not duty toward this woman, but close. She acts in a way that Morgana is more than familiar with. She knows what it is to be frightened and alone.

So she doesn't walk away and leave Elsa to gain her bearings on her own. Morgana hated doing that.]

Do you need anything?

No.

[She doesn't know what she could give her even if she did need something.]

No, I don't need anything.

[Morgana nods, just nods.]

All right. [She flicks her hand, kicking up snow for no real reason other than she can, before turning to go.]

[She'll ask, later. How much later is anyone's guess, but right now, she needs to be somewhere far away.

So she waits for her to leave, waits a little longer, and then heads back to her room.]

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