fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

Celia had had a trying morning, thus far.

She'd boarded a train in New York at the crack of dawn with a large trunk that she was pretending to struggle to carry. Hector had given her a cursory pat on the top of her hat and a tug to one stray curl, accompanied by a stern look that Celia knew meant Don't make me regret this. She'd fallen asleep on the train, and the conductor had awoken her...here. She'd not expected Maryland to be quite so much...brighter, or louder or confusing -- and in fact, Celia had been to Baltimore before, once, and she was very sure that this was unsettlingly different. She'd stumbled off the train, been ushered through a security checkpoint filled with people dressed strangely and giving her even stranger looks and now she was...here.

If not for the glittering sign bearing the name 'Fandom High,' she'd think she was in the wrong place.

Celia slumped gratefully into a chair, dropping her trunk on the floor beside her, and let out a sigh. Then she immediately straightened up. It wouldn't do to have her new classmates think her a lazy slob at first meeting.

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Celia smiled a little ruefully. "Yes. My dear father is Prospero the Enchanter. I don't suppose you've heard of him? I don't think we've ever toured in Arendelle."

"The name isn't familiar," Elsa noted, "but then, we haven't had anybody tour through Arendelle in years. The gates have been closed since... since about the same time I last attended a ball."

You know. For reasons. Who knew?

"The gates have been closed?" Celia repeated. "Did you have trade or immigration disputes?"

It was the only reason she could think of a city cutting itself off from travelers.

"No, it was... something internal." Elsa bit her lip, unconsciously wrapping her arms around herself. "The King gave the order to shut the gate one day, suddenly."

The King. She pulled in another slow breath.

She missed him.

Celia was quiet for a moment, watching Elsa and unsure how exactly to move forward when it was obviously a sensitive topic.

"Then you must be excited to be out beyond them, at least for awhile," she offered, finally.

"It's... a little overwhelming," Elsa admitted, her smile now mostly betraying her relief that Celia's question let her skirt around the messier parts of Arendelle's gates closing. "The method of travel aside, there are so many people here."

"I'll be grateful when we get to the school," Celia agreed. "Surely they'll let us have a bit of peace before classes start, don't you think?"

Keep dreaming, Celia.

"I can only hope so," Elsa agreed with a nod. "Perhaps we'll get a chance to settle into our rooms some before we have to worry about being present in a classroom."

Oh, sweet summer children.

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