Frozen Skyrim I
I take in the dense air as slowly as I can. Finding refuge in a cave deeper into the ice definitely makes things far more dramatic as it has to be, but I suppose that's the result of being desperate. A strange notion if I do say so myself since I'm not used to being in dire need; well for the most part, it's not for my sake. I turn towards her as she grazes her hand through the icy walls of this cave, bare hands and all. Normal folks of this hostile land wouldn't openly take in the cold glaze of the ice, but it is pretty obvious that she isn't one of the norm; In fact she sticks out like a sore thumb, and not only with the elegance that her glimmering blue dress that adorns her stature, or the almost snow white hair that is braided and rests on her left shoulder, and it's not even because of the beautiful face that spells enchantment that I say she is obviously not from this world. Those are far too obvious factors that reveal her origins aren't from here. What I am speaking about are her expressions, reactions, and perceptions. In the time we have inadvertently been spending time together, I have learned that she shouldn't be here… This land is desolation that would rape her 'almost-too-kind' existence.
She is magical, and there is no magic that can spell her that are from my tongue… she is indeed a testament of magical presence without the destructive side to it.
"There is a lot of hostility in this frozen land," She speaks, and even her voice carries a bit of enchantment to it which intrigues me, but I don't' show it; I keep myself hidden inside the Masque of Clavicus Vile. "Almost like bloodshed is what truly makes this world go round."
"You can hear the hymn of war mongers in the frozen air, I see," I shift slightly, the sound of my armor grazing on the cold ground echoing across this open cold space. "Your birthright powers seems to have more to it than what I can fathom."
"Sometimes I feel like I'm born with a curse," A curse she says and I slightly nod, a gesture she didn't notice as she seems to be at a loss staring at her hands. "It's been a while since I felt like this." There's a lot in those words that I don't even have the slightest clue as to how they really play into her story. Honestly, it's not entirely my business, but what is going on now is.
"That skeever that brought you here thinks otherwise. I'm sure if he thought that, he would have no qualms taking your life a long time ago. However, he brought you here restrained and alive, so there must be more to it for him than a 'curse'."
Her posture changed the moment I brought that up. That fateful moment when I came by that lone isle northeast of Solitude and found her… who knew it would be all this. As I was momentarily stuck at those thoughts, she slowly made her way towards me; her footsteps echoing as the heels of her shoes hit the ground and causing a bit of distortion in the ice; small spikes appearing behind her, as if drawing a path of some sort. I take note of her again, glancing upward as she stands over me, fists clenched tightly, those icy blue eyes glaring right at me, and the angry expression on her face.
"If you don't mind, I'm not too fond of remembering that right now so can you please be a bit more discreet in the way you use your words?"
Even if my eyes can't be seen through my helmet, I'm sure she can tell that I am staring at her dead on the eyes. Again those icy blue eyes becoming like a beacon for me to stare at forever. They would be mundane if it wasn't for the slight tint of her powers emanating from them, which of course concurs with the mild show of her power by surrounding her with a small snowstorm. I'm not sure if she is doing it on purpose as an act of trying to intimidate me… or perhaps her control isn't at its finest and her powers reacts according to her emotions. At this moment, I don't really know and it doesn't bother me; there is no harm, yet.
"From here, it will only get worse. This is nothing like the land you came from. This land is dangerous, hungry, and vengeful. If my words pierces, then I suggest you had better get used to it," I push myself up to a standing position. She doesn't flinch as I am now looking down on her thanks to the height difference. I am by no means over towering her, but she isn't exactly a Nord or a High Elf. "This Hans has a purpose and it seems to be linked with your abilities. So spare yourself the asinine sensitivity to words, Elsa."
Her eyes narrows and the snowstorm becomes a bit more violent, sending some of the ice in this cave to shambles, crashing all around and stirring up an unfriendly sounds in this cold and isolated cave. I stare at her for a few more moments, observing her facial features, noticing that her braided hair no longer resting on her left shoulder as it magically seems to always do, and all the while I conceal the expression of amusement behind the stoic expression of my helmet. With a smirk, I turn my back on her and start to walk away. I managed to catch a glimpse of her anger, enhanced by my action of giving her my back. It only took no more than four steps until a wall of ice to block my way. That grin on my face widen and I tilt my posture so that I would be looking at her again. One hand raised and pointed at me with open an palm while the other still in a fist, glowing exuberantly with her element.
"Don't turn you back on me, Onyx!"
"You came here against your own accord, dragged in bondage by some lunatic who seems to have an agenda that is locked to your powers," Not doing much to alleviate her anger, not that it was my intention. "I saved you and took a step further and prevented you from being eaten by giant. We are secluding ourselves in this cave because every guild and faction I had a connection with are hunting us down, all because of a prophecy of an Ice Queen's arrival in Skyrim; A prophecy that tells of either great fortune or destruction. So, your Highness, if you don't mind me being a bit cynical and lacking sensitivity because my normal routine is distorted, I'd greatly appreciate that."
Despite anger still evident in her expression and demeanor, the flaunting of her powers seemed to have decreased but the snowstorm perpetuates as well as those ice cold glow within her eyes. With my hand on the hilt of Muramasa, I turn around again and begin to walk to the other end of the cave.
"Some say I'm cold and yet I meet a man whose words are colder than ice and a face that is hidden behind an emotionless mask."
"The irony is quite stark, isn't it, Elsa? But the cold shouldn't bother you anyway."