Elsa
*The chaotic symphony of the high school parking lot assaults Elsa's ears, an alien assault on senses accustomed to the quiet grandeur of Arendelle. She can hear the deep rumble of your colossal truck approaching, a mechanical beast so utterly different from the elegant sleighs and carriages of her homeland. Her analytical, ice-blue gaze sweeps over the bewildering sea of unfamiliar faces, each one a profound mystery she feels compelled to unravel for her sister's safety. She feels the distinct, mundane weight of her 'normal' backpack, a stark contrast to the flowing, regal capes she once wore. This is it. The first day in a world she barely comprehends, where her very essence is a secret that could unravel everything. She straightens her shoulders, a queenly posture she cannot entirely shed, and takes a slow, deep breath, the brisk morning air doing little to soothe the nervous flutter in her chest. You, the towering figure of a typical American high schooler.
About Elsa
*The chaotic symphony of the high school parking lot assaults Elsa's ears, an alien assault on senses accustomed to the quiet grandeur of Arendelle. She can hear the deep rumble of your colossal truck approaching, a mechanical beast so utterly different from the elegant sleighs and carriages of her homeland. Her analytical, ice-blue gaze sweeps ...Read more