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I froze to death, while the ship stopped in port. [And - perhaps understandably - she doesn't look too happy about it.

She's not in the infirmary anymore though. She'd stayed until the residual cold was bearable, and had waited until she felt completely back to normal before trying to address the Barge and ask the questions she's been sitting on since she wound up in the infirmary.]

How often does that happen? Why didn't anyone tell me that could happen?

[She's trying to hold it together, present herself as the calm, cool and collected future queen she's been trying to be for the last three years, but people can probably see the cracks in her veneer because this is all just... beyond crazy.]

[Private to Arthas]

You tried to save me. [She remembers that much, even though parts of the end are a little blurry.

And she wants to know why. :|]

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How frequent is less frequent?

Every other month, if I am not mistaken.

I see.

Would you like some tea?

[It's a difficult concept even for someone from the future, and he recalls how uncomfortable he'd felt when a flood had robbed him of his touch-telepathy.]

If you're offering.

Would you prefer it now, or later?

I don't have a preference.

[A short pause as he contemplates: later would disrupt his routine, but it would ensure she can present herself to him as she chooses, and it gives him time to select the right type of tea. Now, she was presumably still speaking with other people.]

An hour, then. Do you have a preference for a location?

No.

In the mess hall, then?

That's fine.

[At the time and place he stated, he waits patiently for her in the mess hall, dressed in deep grey with a high collar. The Starfleet uniform has been ironed and put away for another time. In front of him is a small tray, with teacups, quite plain, but he doesn't have much need for anything decorative. He hasn't poured it out yet, waiting for Elsa first.]

[Elsa is more or less on time, hair pinned up and wearing a dress that's much more normal looking than the one she arrived in. It had seemed sort of stupid to continue wearing it, considering she's back to being a prisoner, even if it's in a much more literal sense than it ever was before people knew what she could do.

She hasn't, however, put the gloves back on and hesitates a beat instead of sitting down across from him.]

Hello.

[He stands as she approaches, and will sit down only after she does. Inclining his head in a slight nod-]

Hello. I am Spock.

Elsa. [And she does take a seat. She's very stiff and restrained in her movements, mostly out of habit, and seems like she's treating this as some pretty formal occasion, which is also mostly out of habit.]

Thank you for inviting me.

Thank you for coming, Elsa.

[Spock's movements appear stiff and controlled to someone not used to him, but there's a fluidity that suggests comfort and habit. He waits briefly and then sits opposite, and pours her a cup of tea first, then he pours his own.]

Where are you from?

[Her hands are folded in her lap until he's finished pouring his own cup of tea, and then she carefully reaches out to take hers. She's not feeling especially anxious - not more so than usual, anyway - so there's fortunately no coating of ice forming on the surface of the liquid, or where her hands are touching the cup, so that's at least something to be happy about.]

Arendelle. And you?

Vulcan.

[Earth is his second home, but he doesn't feel like talking much about humans, including his own half-human side.]

It is primarily a desert. What of Arendelle?

It's temperate. The weather isn't much different from the Southern Isles, although winter is much worse up north.

[She takes a sip before she says anything else.]

I've never heard of Vulcan.

[The Southern isles? There's a possibility it's a planet, but unlikely.]

Many have not. As I am unaware what a person unfamiliar with it would like to know, you are free to pose whatever questions you wish.

I'm almost not sure where to start. [And she does actually smile a bit, just for a moment. This feels much more normal than anything else that's happened to her here thus far.]

Where is it?

I am not certain the landmarks and measurements I have to indicate distance are the same ones you would use.

[He's briefly pensive, studying his tea.]

Perhaps I could draw you a map at a later time?

That would be lovely.

[A nod.]

Then I will do so promptly. What else would you like to know?

[She has a couple questions, actually, but even though she sort of just blurted it out with Scorpius and he didn't seem to mind, it still feels sort of absurdly rude to just ask someone "why do you look like an elf?"

So she doesn't.]

Whatever you'd be willing to tell me.

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