Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

[bigdamnprincipal]

There were chairs and tables set up all across the lawn; some were by the bonfire, for the people who wanted to be warm and central to everything else at the picnic, and some were set farther away from the action, for the people who wanted more peace and quiet.

There was no escaping the glitter though. Sorry, but not really.

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[elated-or-gassy.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to hide," Anna said, reaching her hands out to try, ever so gently, to clasp them around Elsa's own. "I'm not afraid of you, Elsa! I don't know what you think you did, and I don't care."

Elsa looked so sad. Whatever this was, it was eating away at her. Was this why Elsa had been locked in her room for so long? She was -- hiding? Afraid!?

If only it could be like it once was. It had been so simple when they were little. Playing in the cold. Weather just like they had today, in fact. Maybe it was the perfect place to start again.

"Do you ... w-wanna build a snowman?"

Re: General Mingling [Spring 2015]

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

It was sheer force of will that kept Elsa from pulling her hands away from Anna when she reached for them. She'd been wearing Barry's gloves long enough now that she could begin to rationalize, to edge out the panic. She wasn't going to hurt Anna. She wasn't. She could do this...

And then Anna asked that question, and the air around them came to a halt, and Elsa's resolve fell in shards around her.

"I... Oh, Anna, I..." Couldn't find words. She couldn't find her words and she'd sworn that she wasn't going to run, not again, not like this. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't. But now she was pulling her hands away to cover her mouth, and taking a few deep breaths - concealdon'tfeelconcealdon'tfeel - and trying so very hard - failing miserably - to keep her composure.

"Desperately."

And then she was backstepping and reaching down to gather Canute in her arms, and hesitating for a moment, trying to will her legs to stay put, before breaking down and turning to run back toward the dorms.

It was a beautiful day. Except that for a moment, the barest heartbeat, there was an extra flurry of snow that seemed to hang dead in the air before drifting away.