here i stand

[Elsa clicks on the video feed, and it's pretty readily apparent that she isn't affected by the flood. She's in her room and there's no laser tag gear anywhere to be seen, but there is a smile on her face. It's small, maybe a little shy, but it's there.]

I'm sorry about doing this in the middle of a flood, but- [Her smile stretches wider, making it clear that the calmer one from before is just her trying to keep her emotions in check.]

I'm leaving. I mean, I've graduated and I'm going home. This place has done a lot for me, and I probably could stay here as a warden, but. I need to go home.

[There are things she needs to do, things to make right, and she's still afraid that maybe she won't be able to, that people won't accept her, but she can't hide here forever.

(And if things go terribly wrong, she can always come back.)]

I'll miss many of you. Thank you for everything you've done for me.

[Private to Dillon]

I know I've already said this, but... thank you.

I don't think there's any way I can really make it up to you, but I want you to know that if you ever need a safe place to stay to think things over or just take a break for a little while, you're always welcome in Arendelle.

[Obviously he can't stay forever - or more like he probably wouldn't let himself - but she puts the offer on the table so he knows it's a possibility if he wants it. She doesn't like the idea of him not having somewhere to hide out if he needs it.]

[Private to Morgana and Jean]

I owe both of you a thank you in particular. I don't think I ever would have been able to get more comfortable with my powers without knowing people like you.

Also, Dillon helped me pick out some clothes while we were in Amsterdam. I won't need them at home, but I thought you might be able to use them.

[Spam for Steve]

[There are a few others she wants to say specific goodbyes to, so she doesn't leave immediately after making her post or after she's replied to any messages she's received about it over the network. Even if this isn't exactly the most opportune moment to be strolling around the Barge, it's going to be strange to leave this place, and it's sort of nice to see it one last time... even if she has to dodge the occasional over enthusiastic laser tag player.

She turns into one of the common rooms and spots Steve, complete with laser tag gear, which gets a small, amused smile out of her when she sees it, half bracing herself to be "shot" at even if she feels like he probably wouldn't.]

Hello, Steve.

Dillon's gone.

[This is the second time she's had to make an announcement like this. Elsa hates it. She's felt directionless and confused enough without losing track of one of the only people who knows what she's going through, and she's worried about him. She still remembers what he'd been like during that flood, when he'd been so exhausted and worn he'd fallen asleep listening to her read to him in the library after resurrecting people from a mass grave back home. She knows things aren't safe for him, there.

It makes the next thing she has to say even harder.]

His door is, too.

[That hadn't happened last time, and he'd come back. He still might, but he just as easily might not.]

He would have- [Elsa takes a breath, holds it, and her room hasn't completely iced over, but the tremble of power and emotion is still there, begging to be let out.] He would have said something, if he knew, but-

I'm sorry.

[She's not even sure why she's apologizing. It just seems easier than continuing, and she clicks off the communicator shortly thereafter.]