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Elsa
I sat in my cell, staring at the orange jump suit they had given me. Orange was repulsive.
I sighed then I looked up when the door opened. Jack entered.
I felt my legs shake, and braced my hands against the wall, turning away from him. He shouldn't see me like this. We had been class mates, and I hated what had become of me.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, still turned away.
"I'm sorry, it's lunch time." He didn't say anything else, but I knew what he must be thinking. Since I was in now a prisoner, I was required to be in lunch with some of the other inmates.
"Okay," I said, glancing at him. He had a sad look, then he caught me watching and straitened himself.
"You don't have to hide it, I know you feel pity for me."
"I...Sorry Ms. Snow."
"Call me ELSA!" I shouted, the air around me became colder.
He blinked and held out his hands. "Sorry!"
Then Jack turned and walked through the door I followed.
Jack
I looked at her through the corned of my eyes. I didn't want to appear like I was being rude. I was just doing my job.
And, for a split second, I almost stopped when I remembered the sudden chill in her cell when she shouted at me. I wondered what was going on, it wasn't the normal chilled room, more like winter cold. Something was up with Elsa.
We walked down the hall and then we reached a door. I opened it and she entered, then I turned to the right and opened another door. It led to a stair way - which I climbed up, opening another door that led to a balcony over the inmates lunchroom.
I walked down it for a good vantage point, finding a spot near Sandy and Easter. "Afternoon gentlemen." I said.
Easter looked at me and snorted, "Fine."
Sandy smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled back, then turned to look over the room.
Elsa
I entered the room and looked around. Several people in orange stood around, or they sat on tables. When I walked into the room, everyone turned to me. I felt both curious and hostile gazes on me. I tilted my head up and walked forward, ignoring them.
Then I heard the slam of a mug on a table and someone stepped in front of me.
"Where you going?" asked a voice.
I looked to see a man with short black hair and had a slightly buff build. I blinked. "I'm getting my lunch."
"You sure? You walked right next to my table. No other one, right next to it." He came closer, his breath stank.
"Please, stay away." I said, backing up. My heart sped up, I didn't need this. Not here, not now. I covered my face with my hands. "I don't want to hurt you."
He laughed. "Sorry, but you don't look like you could hurt anyone."
Then a light bulb went off in my head. "Really? How do you think I got here?" I sneered at him, then pushed him aside, grabbing a plate of food and sat down. I felt both triumph and guilt prick my spine. But this place was no place to be sentimental. Even if it tore me apart, I had to be strong.
I bet you can guess who she was talking too. Hint, hint: Snotlout!
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