frozenfractals | there's beauty and there's danger here

It's supposed to be a perfectly normal morning. Elsa is supposed to wake up and go to work, sell flowers, go see her girlfriend, maybe fight a little crime. The night before was absolutely ordinary, so she has no cause to believe anything else will be true of this morning.

Except that when she wakes up, the bed seems a lot bigger than usual. For a few moments, she's not at all sure where she is, the room small and unfamiliar. Even the comforter is different. She sits up, looking around for Anna or her parents or anything she recognizes, little hands tight in her sheets. There's someone next to her, but it's not her sister. Frost skates over the fabric, her heart thumping in her chest. The frost is halfway up the wall before the chill makes her feel a little more awake, better able to take in her situation.

Darrow. Of course her sister isn't here. Of course her parents aren't. They haven't been for years. She still forgets that sometimes, ready to tell them about her day, but this is different. Somehow all of that feels far away now, as if Papa might walk in and take care of all this at any moment. But he won't, because she's not in Arendelle and he's dead, and she's about to cry.

She can barely remember how to undo the ice in the room, looking down at her hands to find them smaller than they were last night. She's smaller, swimming in the nightgown she went to sleep in. It occurs to her that she should get up and look in a mirror, or that she might be having a strange dream, but she can't seem to make herself move. What if she can't make the ice stop? What if she's too small to stop it? None of this makes any sense. After a couple minutes, she lays back down, pulling the blanket over her head and curling into a ball. Maybe if she goes back to sleep, she'll wake up normal and the ice will be gone.

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"Excellent!" Jessica said, bouncing down to the floor, then to the bed, then to the area of the floor Elsa had indicated, this time. She was small, and she was light, and she still had a vertical leap several times her height. Staying tethered to the floor appeared to be even harder than it usually was.

"Y'know, I don't think I've ever actually made a snowman?"

Peter had, but as with many elements of childhood, Jessica had skipped the whole thing and so only had it secondhand.

Elsa gasps, big eyes going wider still. "We have to fix that," she says decisively. "Everyone should get to build a snowman. Anna and I used to do it all the time."

When they'd been this small, especially, Anna loved so much to use her magic for that exact purpose. There was something that delighted her about it, and Elsa was always eager to do whatever pleased Anna.

"We are fixing it," Jessica agreed, plopping herself down next to Elsa and then bouncing right back up. "Do we need anything? Nose? Eyes? Scarf? Ooh, I can webs a scarf."

She felt she should contribute something to the creation, since Elsa was so helpfully generating the snow.

"A scarf, a scarf," Elsa chirps, nodding vigorously. "I bet I got a carrot in the kitchen for his nose!" She's not sure about eyes, but there's probably something in the kitchen for that, too. It's not like the old days, when she could sweep a couple of coals free of the grate and drop them neatly onto a snowman's face, but they'll figure it out. "Come on, let's go see."

"On it!" Jessica said, both about the scarf and bounding to the kitchen to check the carrot status, as she was already mid-bound. And she had the beginnings of a scarf on the go between her hands, although it would inevitably be a greyish white scarf.

"I wish I could do colors," she said, pouting briefly at it.

"It's alright," Elsa says, patting her shoulder as she follows along. "You do other things really well. Doing colors isn't that exciting." It actually is, but she doesn't want Jessica to feel bad about it. It's not like it's a necessary sort of skill. Sometimes it comes in handy for camouflage, but it's mostly just to make things pretty.

"Maybe we could dye it or something," Jessica said, holding the rapidly progressing scarf, fingers still wiggling as it continued to extend in length.

i have no idea how long a snowman scarf is meant to be

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