"Superheroes? I don't believe it," said the aged man with the white mustache and dark sunglasses from the TV behind the cafe's bar.
A young woman with porcelain skin and platinum blonde hair dressed in a teal, long sleeved shirt with a sprakly silver overwrap and black leggings tucked into snow-white high-heeled boots, folded and placed her newspaper down on the table she was seated at enjoying a cup of hot chocolate (with a giant marshmallow floating in it. "SUPER-heroes?!" said the red-head sitting across from her in a forest green, kneelength summer dress with a sweetheart neckline and tall dark brown boots, practically bouncing in her seat. "Oh, pretty please?" The blond looked at her sister and considered, mulling the idea over in her mind. "I don't know, it might be dangerous..." "But they already got all of those aliens out of there!" the redhead exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air, exasperated with her sister's notions of "safety". "True, which only leaves unstable architecture, breached gaslines, and whatever manner of carrion-feeders may have been drawn to and taken up residence in New York." The blond waved a hand as if to encompass the plethora of dangers that could exist in a city. The red-head's face dropped into a pleading puppy-dog face. "But we're on VACATION, and I want to see SUPER-heroes! It will be like seeing a real-live fairytale!" "Like we haven't been living in one already?" The red-head's face fell as she started to break the crumbs of her croissant down to subatomic particles. The blond couldn't say no to her sister when she got that look on her face. "All right! I could probably freeze anything before it got too close anyways..." the blond mumbled as her sister giddily ran to get another two cups of hot chocolate ("To-go, please!)
"Come on come on come on come on come on!" she urged when she returned to their table with the to-go cups, grabbing the Queen of Arandale's arm and yanking her to the door.
"Ugh, this place is..." Elsa paused, at a loss for words to describe the desolation she and Anna found themselves facing in lower Manhattan. "Great, right?" Anna finished, jumping from one pile of debris to the next. "Can you believe a real-life-knock-down-battle-for-the-planet-superhero-bad-guy-battle took place here?" "Either that or all the lights caused a dragon to have an epileptic seizure and fall from the sky," Elsa answered drily, shooting a cloud of dust that was inching too close to her an icy glare. The dust froze and fell to the ground in a shower of tinkling ice. Elsa smiled. "How did you even get that policeman to let us past?" "Oh, I just said we were the press." Elsa looked up from the frozen dust motes and stared at her sister in shock. "And she actually bought that? No, better question, the police are allowing civilians to just come in and poke around a battlesite?" Some mortar from a building fell off, punctuating Elsa's point as it fell to the ground. "Well, no, not really. The cop totally didn't buy it," Anna said, happily, shoving at some rocks. "Oh, look! It's one of those gun-things the aliens were waving around! S.H.I.E.L.D. must have missed this during clean-up!" Anna proclaimed, reaching for the Chitauri weapon she had uncovered. "Anna, no! You don't know where that thing's been!" Elsa ran over and shoved her sister's hand aside before it could touch the weapon. "And you didn't answer my question."
"C'mon, Elsie, how bad could it be?"
"Answer the question, Anna."
Anna smiled, a smile that could melt the most frozen of hearts. "You may have Cold, Elsa, but I have Warmth."
"No, Anna, you didn't. Please tell me you didn't use your gift on some hapless innocent just to get us into a life-threatening situation!"
"Elsa, you're making far too big a deal out of this. The situation is hardly life-threatening and all I did was warm her heart a little."
Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose. Give me patience. "Anna, we can't just go using our gifts on people willy-nilly. It's not right. Trust me, I know how much you might want to just reach out and flex your power when things get a little difficult, but we simply can't. Our powers are too dangerous. We could hurt someone."
Anna stopped her explorations and turned to face her sister, her gaze stony. "You think I don't know how much our powers can hurt?" Elsa flinched at the vehemence in her sister's voice. Flames started to appear among the rubble as the younger sister's temper rose.
Elsa looked at the flames merrily licking at the stones. She spread her arms out, allowing a chill to seep from her fingers and calm the fire before it could further decrease the integrity of the surrounding structures. "Anna, you're losing control. Look around you." She moved closer, chilling the air around her irate sister, calming her, before wrapping her arms around her. "God, Elsa, I'm so sorry," Anna said, turning her head into her sister's shoulder. "I'm not like this, I don't get angry like this. I just get the slightest bit annoyed, and it sparks something, and just explodes in my face."
"Hush, Anna. It's okay." Elsa murmured as she stroked her sister's hair. "You helped me gain control of mine and now I'll do the same for you." She pulled back to look her sister in the face. "Besides, you're already much better with your Fire, considering how long you've had it. We just need patience- you'll get better."
Anna smiled, wiping her tears away. "Preferably in a place where I won't accidentally set a Southern Isle's Prince's breeches on fire?" "Yes, a place where you won't risk international war would be preferable," Elsa responded with a roll of her eyes. Anna laughed, her good mood restored. She gave her sister a hug. "Thank you, Elsa." Elsa returned the smile and the hug. "No problem, Anna."
"Freeze! Stop where you are!"