[audio] cold metal

[bethegoodgirl]

[The whole broadcast is accompanied by the clank of metal and a sound like cracking, shifting ice. Elsa is clearly pacing around her room.]

Someone, please--something has happened to me, I-I don't...I'm in some kind of metal, like, like armor. It's a curse...some kind of curse, it has to be.

[Her voice gets markedly more frantic.] And Anna! I keep seeing Anna in that--I don't know what it is. The black box. She's alone, she's in danger, and I can't reach her! I have to help her. My sister...

[She's silent for a moment, taking time to metaphorically breathe and calm herself down.]

Someone--please tell me what is going on.

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[bethegoodgirl]

Same...the picture has faded. It's just black again.

[akapeanut]

But, uh. Since you're new and all. It's probably going to happen again. And it might be worse. So just, uh. Be prepared.

...And maybe don't bother trying to get it out of your room. Wonderland'll just give you a new one, more than likely.

[bethegoodgirl]

Oh. Well...thank you for the warning. I'm not sure how much worse it can get. [Anna could die...yeah, now she wishes she wasn't thinking about that.]

Yes, I...found that out earlier. I tried to break it, but when I looked back it was there again.

[akapeanut]

[She frowns, wishing she knew how to comfort this girl. She doesn't even know how to comfort herself.]

I'm George. I've been here a while, so. If you have questions.

[She can talk about Wonderland as a whole. She can bitch about that forever. She doesn't think she can talk about dying sisters.]

[bethegoodgirl]

I'm...Elsa. George...that's an odd name for a girl. Oh, I mean...it's a nice name, of course.

Most of my questions have been answered at this point. [She's silent for a bit.] Your sister, is...she an older sister? Or younger?

[Maybe if she can talk about Anna as she actually is, not the Anna who is appearing on the TV...]

[akapeanut]

It's Georgia, actually. I just prefer George.

[She bites her lip, releases it.] Younger. Her name was Reggie-- Regina.

[bethegoodgirl]

George, then.

[She makes a soft sound.] Anna is a younger sister too. [She pauses.] It's so hard to keep track of them sometimes, isn't it? It's so hard to keep up with them.

[akapeanut]

Y...yeah.

[George isn't sure if Elsa is ready for the big news-- George is dead, and more than that, a grim reaper --so she bites her tongue. But she can't help but feel that her circumstances aren't anywhere near so desperate. After all, there's probably nothing really keeping Elsa from getting to know her Anna. Right?]

W-- is she a lot younger than you?

[bethegoodgirl]

[The circumstances aren't at all that desperate. Elsa's exile is entirely self-imposed, not a painful necessity like it is for George. Though Elsa isn't quite ready to admit that to herself.]

Only a few years. But even so, we're very different. She's excitable, bubbly, adventurous. She'd do a lot better here than I am.

[akapeanut]

You never know. The bubbly ones that come here can have the hardest time figuring out what to do with themselves. Sorta hard to stay positive. And they usually get lonely without people from back home.

[Which might explain Brittany's unflappability. She has Santana.]

So, um. If Anna came here, she'd have you, at least.

[bethegoodgirl]

I suppose that's true. You'd think they'd be the ones most optimistic, but then again...

[She's silent for a bit.]

Right. She'd...have me.

[akapeanut]

I mean, she'd bounce back eventually, probably. Most people figure something out, here. But it isn't easy. At least the pessimists know that.