fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2015, Early Saturday Evening [Part 1]

Entry tags:

!event: graduation

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2015, Early Saturday Evening [Part 1]

Right after sunset, to make sure all types of guests could safely attend, the ceremony for graduation was ready to go. The lawn of the school had been lit up with blue and gold lights, creating safe paths for everyone to get to the seating area. There were blue and gold streamers flapping peacefully in the breeze, and of course, the makeshift paths were covered in glitter.

Look, if the supply wasn't going down, Zoe was just going to embrace the glitter madness for the sake of her own personal sanity.

Congratulations, Class of 2015! You made it to graduation day! Now you just had to get through the ceremony. At least nothing looked oddly out of place this year?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Except for the guilt, yes," Elsa replied. "I've made a few apologies, at least. And I think karma got back at me on Prom night."

There were tiny teeth-marks in her tiara. That was unfortunate.

"How are you? I... I owe you an apology, too."

"I've been on the other side of Fandom weird enough times myself that I'm not upset," Karla assured her. "You can apologize, but know that you were forgiven before I walked away that day."

Ice under the bridge, Elsa. It was all ice under the bridge.

"But I definitely have to hear about your prom. I skipped out on my chaperoning duties, I admit it."

"Well... then I'm going to apologize anyway. The whole world being in a fog doesn't make it okay that I lashed out at you. If I'm going to be Queen when I graduate and go back to Arendelle, I can't afford to let myself be blind to those obvious truths and the people I'm hurting by ignoring them. So... I'm sorry. And thank you for trying."

That... actually felt a little better, having been said. Elsa smiled faintly.

"And I was voted Junior Prom Queen this year. Only to turn into a small bear halfway into the prom royalty dance."

Poor Edward.

"You're welcome, darling," Karla said. "I'll always be in your corner, even if it seems like anything but on the surface."

Ice-Queen Sisters 4 Lyfe, yo.

"Congratulations on your win, by the way. And I'm sorry to hear about turning into a bear." She sounded more amused than sorry, though. "I bet you were adorable."

"I was the cutest bear at the prom," Elsa laughed softly, shaking her head. And then leaning toward Karla, just slightly. "Thank you. I mean. For being... here. Right now. In that seat?"

... She was bad at this.

"In my corner."

"How would you feel about a phantom hug?" Karla asked. Because Elsa seemed like she could really, really use a hug. Or maybe Karla just really, really wanted to give her one.

"A phantom one?" Elsa looked slightly confused, actually, tilting her head a little. "That's... just the feeling of one, isn't it?"

She had to be certain. She wasn't going to agree to anything hug-like unless she was, here.

"Exactly," Karla said. "I'll still be in my chair, hands folded demurely in my lap--" and how everyone would laugh back home if they heard her using the word 'demure' in relation to herself "--but you'll feel like you're being hugged. It's all Craft."

So demure, truly.

"I... think I would like that," Elsa decided after a moment. And then, tentatively, she added a, "please."

Elsa needed a lot of hugs.

Just the barest whisper of Craft, really, and it would feel like warm, comforting arms wrapping around Elsa and holding her tight. They carried the scent of Karla's perfume, something citrus with softer, floral notes. "You're welcome," she said softly. "You can always call me if you need. I know the weight you're carrying, darling, and I'm never further than a phone call away. I can't help you bear it, but I can show you ways to make it rest easier on your shoulders."

"I would appreciate that, thank you," Elsa murmured, relaxing into the hug.

That was nice. Oh, was it ever nice. She closed her eyes, content in the knowledge that nobody was in danger from this particular sort of hug.

"You aren't going to be teaching this semester?"

Karla shook her head, not releasing the hug until Elsa showed signs of wanting to let go. "Between being a mom and being a Queen, it's probably better I stop splitting my focus on the island for a bit. But I'll be back to visit. And you're welcome to come stay with me for a bit, too. Get an idea of what it's like running a Court?"

Elsa could stay settled into a perfectly safe hug for a long while, Karla. Just so you were forewarned.

"I think I might have to take you up on that," she decided. "I've never really gotten to see just how a Court runs. My parents locked most people out of the castle when I was still little, and even if they hadn't, I mostly kept to myself."

Karla nodded. "My first attempt at ruling was so disastrous, they kicked me out," she confessed. "It wasn't that I was bad, exactly? But I was unhealthy. I kept trying to do everything myself, sacrificing meals and sleep just to keep myself busy. I wanted to succeed to much that I ended up ruining it all. Getting an idea of how a normal Court should function would have been so much of a help for me. Just so I'd have an idea of what to expect, if nothing else."

Elsa nodded a little bit herself, in agreement.

"Well... any time that my presence there wouldn't be an imposition, I'd love the opportunity," she decided. "Thank you."

"Of course," Karla said. "And I'll even keep Lucivar from trying to drag you outside for training at oh dark thirty in the morning." Because she cared, Elsa. Because she cared. "You can bring your boyfriend along with you, too, if you'd like. A Kaeleeran Court is an excellent place for someone to acquire the bare minimum of polish while still keeping the rough edges that make them them."

Trust her, Elsa. It was literally the bare minimum.

"Once he deals with my Court, no amount of pomp and circumstance will be able to faze him."

The corner of Elsa's mouth twitched a little. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"I suppose if anybody needs polish..." she mused, thinking back on the weekend their children had shown up to visit.

#NeverProcreating

"I'll ask him if he's interested. I still don't completely know what it is he has planned, now that he's graduated."

She had maybe been a little scared to ask.

"And if he's concerned that it's all gonna be formal dinners and stuffy conversation, tell him to go back and listen to...oh, I don't know. Any radio podcast that involved visitors from Kaeleer. Bloody Hell, my parents showed up the other weekend and that devolved into a physical brawl with my fiancé."

Kaeleer gave a very special kind of polish. It was more a deadly honing with a whetstone.

"How are you feeling, with him graduating?" she asked.

"I... don't know, entirely," Elsa admitted, after a brief pause. "We had a bit of a falling out, back during break, because he couldn't see into the future and figure out how everything was going to work out. We've since worked past it, but it does still sort of mean that everything is a little bit up in the air."

A touch. A smidgen.

"It'll be strange, him not being here. I mean, I'll be sad to see Joker go too. He was one of my first friends here. Possibly the first person to know about my powers, at that. But Barry..." She frowned a little. "I could be more myself around Barry than anybody."

Karla nodded. "I remember my junior year graduation," Karla said. "I lost damn near everyone that year. My boyfriend, my roommate, the rest of my very close friends..."

The perils of befriending people who were older than you! Every graduation had been a war of attrition.

"Can I ask you more about your fight?" She gave Elsa a wry smile. "Kind of an expert about boyfriends from other worlds who are in no way considered suitable."

Elsa chewed her lip for a moment, and then nodded a little.

"Of course," she replied. "I was a bit antsy at the time. I don't do well with boats. And we were talking, and it came up in conversation that things would be easier for us if he was royalty. We're going to have a lot of people with high expectations. Which... I think he took to mean... I'm not sure what. But he stormed off a few times on me while I was trying to talk to him, because he really didn't want to face the possibility that we can't make it work out, once I go back to Arendelle."

Because she would be going back to Arendelle. That wasn't even a question.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2015, Early Saturday Evening [Part 1]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

RE: Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]

Re: Welcome! [Grad 2015]