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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 * QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION>** (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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[True, Cassandra had roughed herself up pretty good around that age, either through general mayhem, or picking a fight with others before she learned just when and where to do that. Looking back on it, Cassandra was... well, being ashamed of it was wrong, she was a kid! But she learned eventually, at one of Corona's many beaches, that sort of thing had to be toned down.

But Elsa had been... close to how Cass saw her now. So composed as a child... if as panicked and lost as they all were. When Cassandra offered to protect her, she didn't even know she was a princess.]

Oh-Oh. [Elsa may have the pleasure of a different complexion to hide any blushing, but Cass's complexion was just as pale under her fur as it was back home. And right now her face was heating up just a bit.

She made Elsa feel safe? Well... Yeah, of course.]

Of course, that's what I'm here for, remember? [She scoffed gently, but resumed her slightly down look.] But I remember everything that happened. So, I remember trying to... grab your hand, and you pulled back like you were on fire.

[Ah... so that's what this is about, then. Elsa's not terribly surprised, since some of the things she said as a child were rather suspicious, and she's glad that the one to bring it up is someone she trusts, at least. But... it still makes her nervous, the idea of talking about the bad side to her magic. She hasn't really done that much with anyone other than Anna.]

I... suppose I do owe you an explanation for that. I'm sorry for how I acted, but...

[Deep breaths. It's... it's okay, Elsa. Cassandra is a friend. She won't think you're more of a monster than you already are... right?]

You mentioned once that you've dealt with magic before, back in Corona. Did you... see many different kinds of magic?

Yeah, if you're up for that.

[Some things are suspicious even to a child, and Cassandra was always a perceptive sort. Even right now, she's picked up on the slight change in Elsa's demeanor, the way she seemed almost... anxious about this.

Did she really want to get to the bottom of it? Was figuring this out that worth it?]

You don't have to apologize, I was just wondering.

[She almost wants to reach out and comfort her, but... that wouldn't be right in the moment, would it? But Elsa was her friend...]

Magic? [oh...] I think I can say there were a few; my friend, Rapunzel, she has seventy feet of magic hair, for starters. Then there were magic rocks, ancient magical machines...

[She trails off, gauging Elsa's reaction to that. Corona had become a far more a magical place than she'd ever believed before.]

[There's a hint of... something, in Elsa's eyes at that. Jealousy? No, not quite... but it's a kind of wistful look; sure, she's heard the stories from Corona. Tales about a magic flower that could cure any illness, that was used to heal Queen Arianna when she'd been on the verge of death when giving birth to Rapunzel. But it had always been just that to her - a story. To know that there was some level of truth to it, that there was always some kind of magic in the lands of her allies...

It sort of makes her wonder. Would she really have the problems she had growing up if she'd been born somewhere other than Arendelle?]

I see. So someone possessing magical abilities of their own isn't strange to you?

[Good... good. Elsa's not sure what she'd do if Cassandra looked to her with suspicion or wariness.]

What if I told you... I had magical abilities? From... from home. Not like the ones I have here.

[Unfortunately, tales of magic hadn't reached Corona's shores from other kingdoms in some time. Sure, the one odd rumor about trolls living under bridges or being made of stone were fine, but actual magic was.... well, some people in Corona even disbelieved in the Sunflower.

But not Cassandra. After all, how could the princess look so pretty otherwise? The events over the last year with Raps had been even more of an eye-opener.]

Oh, it's strange... but I'm used to it by now.

[There's no suspicion, no sort of worry. After all, Elsa had been nothing but kind to her. What did she have to fear? Even when Elsa laid the truth out on the table between them, all it received was a pair of raised brows. She blinked, eyes.... curious.]

Wait, you had magic too? Back in Arendelle?

[Part of Elsa is jealous, honestly. Being able to roll with the punches life throws at you like that, to be able to get up when you stumble... Elsa's always wanted to be like that. Sure, it says a lot that she's still here and (relatively?) sane, but Cassandra seems to have just... been able to stand more firmly than her. She took it in stride.

Shaking her head to stop her thoughts from derailing, she notices the curious look in the other woman's eyes, and her gaze immediately drops down to her hands, pressing them together before curling her fingers. A little gesture to comfort herself, that she picked up long ago.]

I did, yes. For as long as I can remember... since I was born, my parents told me, I could create and control ice and snow, without limit.

[You start to roll with things, once a harmless night outside the kingdom turns into a national secret, with indestructible black rocks, demonic disciples, and murderous teenagers start to come into your life because of the princess you were chosen to help. Cassandra is..... fine. She's fine. It hasn't broken her, yet.]

For as long as you can remember, huh? [That's... just curious enough....

Okay, well, it peaks Cassandra's interest enough that she's leaned forward in her seat, tone turning conspiratory... despite the fact that the cafe was empty, save for them.]

This might sound crazy, but... did your hair ever glow when you sing?

[... Okay yeah, Elsa looks. More than a bit confused. Her hair...?]

N.. No? I don't pay much attention to myself when I sing, but I never noticed any... um. Glowing.

Well, there goes me trying to put together a connection. [She sat back again, looking curious at something in front of here, or nothing at all.]

Rapunzel's hair used to glow when she sang a special incantation. It doesn't do that anymore, but now it just glows for a lot of other reasons.

[...] Ice magic, though! That's pretty interesting.

[... Huh. That's... fascinating, really. In all the stories Elsa used to read as a child, nothing ever mentioned magic glowing hair. Maybe one day she'll ask Cassandra more about this.]

Interesting... yeah. [She... doesn't look to proud of that.] For as long as I can remember, I had those abilities. My parents told me when I cried as a baby, my tears froze. That's how they found out.

[It seemed so... tame. So simple, compared to what she could do now.]

It... I suppose you could say it was channeled through my hands? That's why they're... um. A bit sensitive.

[That's pretty much the most delicate way she can put it without telling Cassandra about the... well. Bad things that happened.]

[It's a long and beautiful story about one girl who longed for freedom. Although... she might not be able to tell it all at once.]

For as long as you can remember, huh? Sounds pretty similar to Raps; she was born with magical powers. Of course, it was all in her hair, not her ha-

[Hands. Magic hands.

The hands Cass has touched, several times. There was a joke to be made here, somewhere, but that was lost under the realization currently slapping her in the mouth.]

Oooh. I, uh... that explains... [cough] I had no idea.

[Elsa lets out a somewhat nervous laugh.]

It's fine. I can't expect anyone to know - I don't talk about my magic a lot. [... Has she talked about it with most of her friends, even? Hm...] And it wasn't something anyone outside of the castle knew about until very recently in Arendelle.

[Her hands are fidgeting together nervously, twisting over and over in a very easy tell.]

When I was younger, it was... a bit difficult to fully control it the way I can now. [Most of the time.] That's why I was a little, ah... jumpy.

[It's not the full story, but hopefully it'll do for now. Just until she's comfortable enough to tell Cassandra the full story.]

It feels like you don't mention it at all. [A simple observation she thought aloud. It wasn't meant to sound so stark, but... that was Cassandra. She cleared her throat.] That sounds like a difficult secret to keep, especially from an entire kingdom.

[the secret of Rapunzel's hair had barely lasted a day, though the fact that she snuck Rapunzel out for the night had lasted a bit longer.]

I... understand. [As much as she can. Her eyes glance down to Elsa's hands, obviously a sign of anxiety. Even speaking about this must've been strange, a far stretch from just how comfortably Rapunzel handled her hair.]

Okay, I don't blame you for being jumpy. So, uh... I'll be sure to keep it in mind before I do anything you might not like, okay?

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