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[It's - for the most part - unusual to see Elsa out of her room. She still keeps to herself, making her rounds from the dining hall to the library and then back to her room for most of the rest of the day.

But right now, she's out on deck, still in her more conservative, darker clothes instead of her ice dress, and she's apparently just watching the stars and the snow falling. It doesn't seem as heavy as it had been when she'd first arrived here, although she's always sort of wondered if her usual anxiety has done something to make the snow worse when she's out on deck, and since she's not feeling as miserable as usual today, maybe it's responding in kind.]

Is it always like this? Or is the snow eventually going to stop? [Part of her isn't sure she knows what she wants the answer to be.] It was summer when I left home, but according to the calendar here, it should be spring by now, shouldn't it?

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[She lingers on deck after making the post, just watching the flurries tumble down over the side of the deck railing, or drift and settle on deck. The air feels warmer than it has been, too, although she supposes that's still more difficult for her to gauge than a normal person. She's only ever been cold once before, and that had been when she'd died during that port. She knows she never wants to feel like that again.

But those memories feel a little far off today. She's still unhappy - she's always unhappy, she hasn't felt really secure or content except for that few hours after she'd run away since she was a child - but it feels more manageable today. It's easier to watch the flakes tumble down and realize how pretty they look against the stars like this, instead of hating them just because she can feel her powers calling out, wanting to make more and join the others.

She can't help it. She waves her hand, and a small spiral of snowflakes fans out from her hands and flutters down to join the others. Nothing bad happens. No one gets hurt.

It's nice, to be able to manage that. For once.]

[ooc: Elsa is not affected, but is curious about this all the same. Feel free to try and force her to talk about stuff anyway!]

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There's no one else who looks like you?

None whatsoever. And the chances are slim that there ever will be.

I'm sorry.

Strangely enough, I'm not. The trials that another such creature would be forced to undergo strongly outweigh my desire to have companionship with someone of similar upbringing.

I suppose that makes sense.

And I suppose you've never traveled to space yourself?

No. It's not even possible in my world.

Likely it will be.

How does it feel, knowing you are the first of your world to travel to the stars?

Interesting. It's not something I've taken a lot of time to appreciate.

It must be strange. To be both a prisoner and to have also been sent far beyond the reaches of your civilization.

It is. Although I don't think there's much that isn't strange about being here.

Speaking from some experience, I believe I can reassure you on that front. The longer you spend in the company of strangeness, the more confident you'll become in navigating any strange situation.

I hope that's true.

It was for me, my first few cycles into the Uncharted Territories.

What was it like?

Terrifying, but...liberating, in its own way. Freedom to do what you like, when you like, after a lifetime of having no choice at all is astonishing. I have found no other feeling to rival it.

It's definitely different.

Were you imprisoned before your arrival to the Barge?

No.

[Not exactly, but she's not actually affected by the flood, and she's not really sure if she wants to explain everything to Scorpious yet. He's been perfectly nice to her, but he hasn't really been afraid to broadcast that he's willing to do terrible things, so. She's still pretty on the fence about how much she can actually trust him.]

[The answer to that is somewhere between Not at All and Nope.]

So perhaps it's more difficult to imagine without a basis for comparison.

I think so.

Regardless, I can tell you from my own experience that this is an exceptionally comfortable prison. One of the best I have had the fortune to come across.

I realize this is small comfort to another trapped soul, but it could invariably always become worse.

I think there's a very good chance that it will.

Most likely.

Do you consider yourself adaptable to change?

I haven't had much experience with it.

[But no, no she is not.]

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