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Who| Elsa and whoever might be up fairly late
What| Elsa goes up to the roof to admire the Capitol
Where| On the roof of the living suites
When| Present day, sometime after midnight
Warnings/Notes| N/A

The weeks following her time in the arena have truly been the hardest that Elsa had ever experienced in her entire life. Not even losing her parents had been as painful as the knowledge that she had killed Anna. All of her life, she had avoided her sister in order to keep her safe and yet when she finally felt like she could be around Anna without hurting her. She had been wrong- her powers had returned and everything had gone horribly wrong.

Ever since then, she'd done exactly as she had her entire life; shut herself in her room and keep everyone out. It was painful and lonely, but she knew it was what she deserved for hurting Anna.

But even those who felt like they were monsters grew restless sometimes and as the days ticked by, Elsa found herself wanting to get out and explore a little. This world was new and foreign and her brief glimpses of it before had been intriguing. The technology was confusing but fascinating all at once.

Finally, the curiosity got the better of her. Late one night, after the noise outside died down and it seemed like everyone had retired for the night, Elsa made her way out of her room. It was too late for her to want to leave the building entirely, so she opted instead to go somewhere she thought she could get a small taste of what she wanted.

So eventually, she made it to the roof. It was the first breath of fresh air she'd had in weeks as she stepped out into the cool night air. Elsa stepped forward until she was near the edge of the building. The view was absolutely breathtaking, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. It was so different from Arendelle, with it's lights and large buildings- to be honest, it was a little overwhelming on top of beautiful.

Suddenly Elsa felt really small and alone. She wrapped her arms around herself and let out a small sigh, closing her eyes. There was no sense in missing Arendelle. She didn't belong there now- if they knew she had killed Anna, then they would shun her- or worse. In her opinion, now she belonged here. With the murderers and the monsters, because that was exactly what she was. If anyone deserved to go back to Arendelle, it was Anna.

Elsa continued to stare out at the twinkling, colorful lights of the Capitol, arms folded over her chest. As horrible as she'd started to feel, she didn't have any particular urge to go back to her room at the moment. So she allowed herself to zone out, imagining what each of the buildings might have in them. So lost in her thoughts, anyone could come upon her and she wouldn't notice.

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He nodded, pleased that she'd accepted. He would have understood if she hadn't, if maybe she would have rather stayed up on the roof a little longer, but if she was up for it, he wasn't going to question.

Honestly, tea was the last thing he wanted, but she could probably use it and it seemed as though they could both use the company, so he kept that to himself. Maybe he'd be able to find some coffee or maybe even some hot chocolate or something.

He stuck his hands into his pockets and led her back to the elevator, waiting till she was inside to press the number that he now knew to be the floor for the kitchens. Each district had a kitchen, yes, but they were more likely to be bothered there and there was the question of which floor to go to, the ones downstairs were there for anyone to use if they wanted.

That actually raised a good point he hadn't thought of before. "What district were you assigned to? Don't suppose it's 2, is it?"

Elsa would probably not mind something aside from tea, as well. She was quite the fan of chocolate, so maybe she would enjoy a mug of hot chocolate herself. She might change her mind about the tea when they get to the kitchen.

She didn't think she would ever get used to the whole technology thing- or else, it would take quite a while for her to do so. As she followed him into the elevator and it began moving, she wobbled a little and had to prop herself up against the wall to stop from falling.

At the question, she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember which one it was that she had been given. "I think," she said, "that it's 9, unfortunately. Are you in 2?"

"Yeah." He gave a half smile. Ultimately, it probably didn't matter. Even if they'd been in the same district and thrown into the arena, there was only supposed to be one winner in the end. The fact they were in different districts didn't change that, either.

Still, he was quickly coming to the conclusion that Elsa would end up being on that list of people he wouldn't be able to kill.

Once the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, he led the way to the kitchen he'd found Peeta in shortly after he'd woken up on this side. Once there, he started going through the cupboards for something he could heat water in and the packets for the drinks. He gestured to some stools at a counter and smiled. "Take a seat, I can at least manage not to burn water."

It was unfortunate that they weren't in the same district, but she supposed as well that it wouldn't have made much difference anyway. It wasn't as if being in separate districts was stopping them from talking or anything.

He, too, was also on her list of people she would never be able to kill. At least not willingly- though, that could be said for just about anyone, so her no-kill list was pretty huge.

Once they were in the kitchen, she chuckled at his statement. "I have to say, that would be quite the achievement," she said as she moved over to sit at one of the stools.

He didn't really know if he should be using anything that looked like a microwave, just in case it wasn't, so he searched for anything that looked like a tea kettle and settled with that. He didn't know how to manage loose-leaf tea, but he could heat the water this way, even if it took longer than he liked.

After the kettle was set up, he went around looking for the packets themselves. "Yeah, but there's some who'd say I'd be able to manage it. I have a reputation for being 'the worst thing to happen to a kitchen.' Most of everything I ever try to make burns somehow or just tastes bad." He was almost convinced it was some curse put on him from birth for whatever reason since he couldn't remember a time he hadn't burned everything he touched.

He finally came upon some hot coco powder and (much to his consternation) containers of loose-leaf tea. Surely there were some packets or something somewhere...right? Although, he did take note that they had what he recognized as one of Albert's preferred teas. He'd have to keep that in mind.

"Um...what kind of tea do you want?"