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Library, Sunday

Elsa had arrived to the library bright and early, hoping that the doors would be open already. And they were, sort of, though the extremely pale boy who had opened them a minute before her arrival seemed... anxious, in a way that she knew all too well. He'd asked her if she thought there were going to be many people about, and had only grown more anxious when her answer was an explanation about how there might be a few stopping by to research what was going on around the island lately, yes.

She'd taken pity on him, explaining that her family had an extensive library back home and she knew her way around one, inside-out, and if he needed to be somewhere away from people - his anxious muttering about it being not safe for him to be here seemed to confirm that much - then she would be perfectly happy to set things up for the researchers today.

There was a moment of silence before the usual Sunday boy nodded almost desperately, and then scurried off looking for someone named 'Sholeh.'

Elsa blinked after him for a moment, gave her shoulders a small shrug, and then set to work sorting out more books from the stacks that she thought might have anything to do with people magically becoming other people.

... Now, if only she knew how to work the coffee machine.

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Elsa was going to be over here if anybody needed her, or even if anybody didn't, going through the last of the magic books that she'd borrowed from the Magic Box before starting in on the books she'd taken from the shelves here at the library.

She'd given up on making coffee for people and didn't want to let herself into the librarian's office for the kettle to put on tea. She'd feel worse about that, except that she hadn't really come in today expecting the usual aide to take off running.

"So." Dinah wandered in a bit late in the day, with a distinctly thoughtful look on her face. "I understand people are investigating some of the Island's weirdness here. Any progress?"

Elsa glanced up at the young woman that had approached her, gave her a faint, almost rueful smile, and then shook her head.

"Not a bit," she admitted. "It seems as though every time we think we have some sort of lead, there's just some sort of inconsistency that throws us all right back to square one. Which... is impressive, really, considering just how much that's going on these days isn't particularly consistent in the first place."

At this point, one might think any theory was probably a sound one, in some reality or other.

Dinah's shoulders miiight have relaxed a little bit at that news. "That's a shame," she said, looking thoughtful. "Is there anything I can do? That isn't research. Really, not my thing." She smiled slightly. "I'm Dinah, by the way."

Relaxing after finding out that the island could be staying messed up for the foreseeable future? Dinah got a bit of a curious look at that, but Elsa wasn't going to question it. Not yet, anyway.

"I'm Elsa," she replied. "And... I suppose if you knew how to get the coffee machine to make coffee, that would be helpful? I haven't the faintest idea how to make it work."

It wasn't for her, of course. Elsa was really a tea person at heart.

That got a somewhat more genuine smile out of Dinah. Mostly for memories of fellow students who'd been bewildered by technology back in the day.

"No problem. Point me to it, I can probably get it to make cocoa too, if it's not too old."

And that got Elsa to smile a little, as well.

"Cocoa?" Arendelle's most regal little chocoholic, right here. "I didn't know they could be used to make cocoa. It's right over there, by the aide's desk. I... might have to learn how to make one work, after all."

Priorities, Elsa.

"... Once everything is back to normal."

"Sure." Dinah grinned a little more, and went over to check the coffee maker. Yup, it looked like you could, possibly, put a cocoa cup in there to make that too. Coffee first, though. "One of my favorites, cocoa. With little marshmallows. I'll have to check around here to see if there are any. So, how long have you been in Fandom?"

"Only a few months," Elsa replied, watching Dinah curiously. "I came here at the beginning of this semester. You know, I had been warned that the island was prone to doing some strange things, but I didn't think it would go so far as to start replacing people..."

Dinah's shoulders tightened again, but her expression stayed forcibly calm as she filled up the pot with water. "Yeah, that's... a new one. At least when it lasts longer than a weekend." She poured the water into the machine and said, "The first time that happened to me was-- five years ago? My third month here. Very, very unnerving. Afterward, not at the time, when I thought I was a superhero."

"Superhero," Elsa echoed back, blinking. "I'm... not entirely certain what that is."

She was a little behind the times.

"I mean... 'hero' sort of speaks for itself."

Dinah paused, not having expected that, then shrugged. The little creamer cups rose in the air as she gestured to them, spinning in a circle, then a sphere, then spiralling down before coming to rest.

She hit the button on the coffeemaker and turned around, folding her arms. "Using powers like that-- telekinesis, telepathy, whatever-- to fight bad guys. Criminals, or mad scientists, or natural disasters."

Elsa... kind of was a natural disaster. She watched the creamers move through the air, and then turned wide eyes toward Dinah.

"I'm beginning to wonder if there's anyone on the island who doesn't have a power," she admitted. "They're far more common here than they are back home."

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