oh misty eye of the mountain below

[fractalize]

Who: Lea and Elsa
When: A while after their big argument and the small blizzard on the sides of the mountain.
Where: Up the tallest mountain in the range; snowcapped and +1 ice queen palace.
What: Elsa's hermitted for long enough, Lea finds out what she's been doing this whole time. Cute and conflict resolution ensues.
Warnings: FEELINGS. Also stupidly imagelink heavy.

Days and days and days passed. Elsa hid alone in the mountain range with the most eerie feeling in her chest, as though the ice she felt still lingered there.



Taking a note out of the books of architecture here on the new Cybertron, she built herself a new home; a home she full well intended on staying in, and keeping people out of. Marshmallow the mini stands guard at the front door, still as fearsome and menacing as he was the first time he drove away Anna and Kristoff. Elsa has visited him often, if not only to keep the poor giant company. Ice gates lead into intricate walkways as well as long corridors, the foyer open spaced, though twice as daunting as it's last incarnation. Long long hallways that feature detailed walls and entryways lead the way into her throne room, a room she made to be entirely useless, and yet, she still made it. Why not? No one was to come in, not now, not ever again. She made all sorts of rooms; mockups of the old gallery in Arendelle. Another room looked just like hers and Anna's when they were children. She made all kinds of rooms she never intended on making, but still did anyways.

The permafrost still sat on the side of the mountain where Galos was defeated, and it made the nightly winds cold and the afternoons brisk. Elsa never thought twice about it, thought that maybe it would melt on it's own. The areas surrounding the castle dusted the tops of the rocks with snow, but as far as she could tell, she avoided the worst. No cities were frozen over. Nothing was going to die of cold. She was just going to stay here, be alone, and wait for the time to come that she went home, and watched Anna get married.

She thought of Anna and Lea often, and it hurt her heart to do so. The cold cold feeling that rose from her stomach and into her chest always returned, and felt like it was going to turn her chest cavity to solid ice. At times it made her sleepy, and made her heart feel heavy. She almost always distracted herself from it, whether it was making icy butterflies to decorate the foyer, or living icy butterflies, to keep the air in the hallways light and feeling like she liked living alone.

Really, only Marshmallow and the butterflies could keep her company, and she was okay with it.

She'd make dresses, capes, all manners of new fashions she was too shy to wear herself, and ones she wasn't. All kinds of things to decorate the castle with, making it a positively wonderful winter wonderland of her very own. Some caught the light and put beautiful facets prisms on the walls.
But with all the ice, all the beauty, all the solitude?

Her heart still felt heavy, like every time she created something more and more intricate, that some of the cold would weigh down on her chest.

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It had been several days since the... incident. Over a week, really. The first night back was really just an exhausted blur in Lea's mind. He'd returned to the apartment and showered, that much he remembered. Long enough to scrub his skin raw in places before he realized what he was doing. He'd managed to get the smell and feeling of Darkness off, but strangely still hadn't felt that clean. But he'd gotten out and dried off and then... he didn't know. He didn't recall putting clothes back on, or making his way to the couch, but he must have done so, because that was where he'd woken up some 10 hours later.

At first he'd hoped everything had been some kind of terrible dream, but tuning his comm drone into the news banished that idea. Those hopes dashed, he'd just kind of... sat there for awhile, until his body started forcibly reminding him that it had been well over 24 hours since he'd eaten. Food had been gotten- a soda and some kind of sandwich; he hadn't really paid that much attention to its taste-, but with his body's immediate needs quieted, he found that the apartment felt confining. Almost like a cage. He'd dressed the rest of the way and gone out, the hood of his coat up in a clear message that he wanted to be left alone.

He'd walked the streets aimlessly for awhile, eventually ending up at the bar. Finding it fitting, he'd gone in, and ordered enough drinks to make his mind feel as dull and hollow as the rest of him. It was almost like being a Nobody again, except without the convenient lack of feeling. His anger had burnt itself to ashes while he slept. Now, all he could feel was a dull ache in his chest heavy and cold. Was this what a broken heart was like? He certainly felt broken.

Eventually he'd gotten tired of the bar too and gone back to the apartment. There he'd promptly fallen asleep again and woken up with a headache that made him curse under his breath as he searched for something to relieve it. Ironically it also seemed to prod some life back into him.

This, he'd decided, was stupid. And he was acting like a Light-damned moron, moping around like a lost puppy. It wasn't accomplishing anything. And it certainly wasn't helping anyone. He needed to fix this. Somehow.

Figuring out the exact how of that was what had caused much of the additional delay. Finding materials and making his apology gift had consumed the rest of the intervening time. But finally, with his apology gift safely wrapped in cloth and tucked away in his black backpack, he'd set out find Elsa's new ice castle, taking the gates to the mountains then continuing the rest of the way on foot. At least a giant ice castle shouldn't be too hard to spot. He hoped.