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thecapitol2014-10-12 09:13 pm
frozenfractalsallaround) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-12 09:13 pm
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Who| Elsa and Hans
What| Elsa confronts Hans after talking on the lonestar post
Where| The roof
When| Backdated to just after the lonestar post
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Elsa is, to put it simply, frazzled right now. After working up the courage to out Hans on the network only to have her attempts dismissed and Hans allowed to participate, she's not the happiest of people right now. After everything that happened between the two of them, after it's all finally started to settle in, Elsa just can't bring herself to trust a single thing he says, no matter what it is. He could claim to have had a glass of milk yesterday and she would likely not believe him.
It's almost impossible to talk in any meaningful way outside of the private network and she knows that, but she's not thinking very rationally right now. She has to see him, confront him on all of it. Her threats before had been empty, even afraid- but right now, after everything she's gone through in the last couple of months, she's ready to make more than just an empty threat. Right now, it feels like one she could follow through with. He has to know that if he does anything to anyone she cares about, there will be consequences from her personally.
Finding him is harder than she had expected, if only because she doesn't want anyone to know she's looking for him. He isn't in his room, he isn't in the kitchens, he isn't anywhere she might expect to find him. It occurs to her that he could be anywhere in the Capitol and she would never know, but she's hoping that he's still in the tribute tower somewhere. In a last ditch effort, she tries the roof. It's not where she expects him to be, but she can try.
As it happens, it's exactly where he is. It would be a relief that she's finally found him, if seeing his presence doesn't send a wave of anger washing over her. Her heels clack across the floor of the roof audibly, the breeze blowing her now shorter hair wildly, but she doesn't care. Elsa stops a few feet away from him, her fists clenched at her sides.
"What are you doing?" she hisses, her eyes narrowed. It's a vague enough question that anyone listening in won't connect to anything suspicious, but he'll know exactly what she's asking.
What| Elsa confronts Hans after talking on the lonestar post
Where| The roof
When| Backdated to just after the lonestar post
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Elsa is, to put it simply, frazzled right now. After working up the courage to out Hans on the network only to have her attempts dismissed and Hans allowed to participate, she's not the happiest of people right now. After everything that happened between the two of them, after it's all finally started to settle in, Elsa just can't bring herself to trust a single thing he says, no matter what it is. He could claim to have had a glass of milk yesterday and she would likely not believe him.
It's almost impossible to talk in any meaningful way outside of the private network and she knows that, but she's not thinking very rationally right now. She has to see him, confront him on all of it. Her threats before had been empty, even afraid- but right now, after everything she's gone through in the last couple of months, she's ready to make more than just an empty threat. Right now, it feels like one she could follow through with. He has to know that if he does anything to anyone she cares about, there will be consequences from her personally.
Finding him is harder than she had expected, if only because she doesn't want anyone to know she's looking for him. He isn't in his room, he isn't in the kitchens, he isn't anywhere she might expect to find him. It occurs to her that he could be anywhere in the Capitol and she would never know, but she's hoping that he's still in the tribute tower somewhere. In a last ditch effort, she tries the roof. It's not where she expects him to be, but she can try.
As it happens, it's exactly where he is. It would be a relief that she's finally found him, if seeing his presence doesn't send a wave of anger washing over her. Her heels clack across the floor of the roof audibly, the breeze blowing her now shorter hair wildly, but she doesn't care. Elsa stops a few feet away from him, her fists clenched at her sides.
"What are you doing?" she hisses, her eyes narrowed. It's a vague enough question that anyone listening in won't connect to anything suspicious, but he'll know exactly what she's asking.