"Ms. Romanov, would you please show Dr. Banner to his lab?" Fury directed.
"You'll love it Doc," said the woman who'd recently shown Elsa in. She took one of the men behind Elsa, and led him out of the room. "We have all the toys."
Elsa had barely heard. She was one hundred plus years into the future and… people were not afraid of her. They had given her a way to control her curse… and they were asking for her help.
"I am not sure, Captain." Elsa said, in her accented English. "I am not used to your time." She frowned, that didn't sound quite right.
"I understand completely," said Mr. Rogers. Elsa turned to look up at him. His voice had the same calm, crisp tone of Captain Fury, but it was mixed with a warmth that Fury didn't completely share. His build, though, reminded her of Prince Hans, if not even bigger and stronger.
"You understand?" Elsa asked, confused as how anyone could relate to her broken English phrasing.
"After the Second World War…" Elsa blanched further at that phrase. The entire world could be at war? But she did not interrupt. "...I crashed into a glacier off of Greenland. I, somehow, survived. Fifty years later, I was pulled out of the ice. This world isn't the same one I remember."
It was somewhat similar, Elsa admitted to herself. "It is a difference of length," Elsa told him, allowing a small bit of warmth into her voice. "But I thank you, Mr. Rogers," she said with a small nod and a hint of a smile.
She turned back to the Captain. "But I am not a…" she gestured to the people around her. "Soldat".
"But maybe you don't have to be," Captain Fury said. "I understand you are able to summon creatures of snow and ice, that follow your orders. Are you capable of raising an army?"
Elsa looked at Fury, her thoughts racing. "I… do not know. In my time, I kept my curse hidden. I had no way to control it. So I did not practice it. I do not know how powerful, or… how many… these golems could be."
Fury raised the eyebrow Elsa could see. "Don't you want to find out? If I were you, I'd want to find the limits of my magic, rather than finding out about it at the worst possible moment."
Elsa's shock was evident on her face. He wanted her to use her powers? Not just give her a way to control them, but actively use them? She simply looked flustered. She opened her mouth, stammered for a moment, and closed it again. "I… am not sure that I do, Captain."
Fury's visible eye closed for a moment. "I understand. I still would like you to go along with Mr. Rogers, when it comes time to apprehend Loki. We're not sure completely what he is capable of."
Elsa took a deep breath and steadied her thoughts. It would give her a chance to see if Loki had been able to make contact with her sister, but they didn't need to know that. "I… I accept, Captain."
Fury gave an approving nod. "You're welcome to take a seat, or we have a room that you can rest in." He frowned for a moment, looking Elsa up and down. "Mr. Coulson? Would you be willing to help Ms. Elsa find something that might blend in a little better?"
A balding man, wearing a similar grey fine looking outfit. He wore a friendly smile on his face walked up from behind her, startling Elsa. "Elsa, I'm Phil Coulson. I think we can find something for you. Would you be willing to follow me?"
She frowned slightly, then nodded, and left the cockpit to follow Coulson.
Doc Samson waited until Elsa was *well* clear of the room before he went after Fury's plan. Captain America had stepped up to support him. "You're crazy, Fury. She's not prepared for this. You have no right to…" He was cut off.
"She volunteered, Dr. Samson," Fury said flatly. "And I know that haunted look she has. She is brooding in a way that will lead her to depression, if not outright self destruction. She needs to feel valued, to know that she can do good in the world." He beckoned Doc over to his podium. An image of Elsa's room was on one of the monitors. "I have been paying attention to very little else. I may only be able to keep half an eye on her, but I have kept a full ear on the situation, and she reminds me, very deeply, of someone."
"Who?" Captain Rogers asked.
"Ms. Romanov."
"I just want you to know," Phil said, "I think you did the right thing." His voice was warm and pleasant. "I know this can't have been easy for you. Diving in speaks well to your character. My di… captain is right, we don't know what we are in for. I heard once to 'Never be afraid to be ask for help. It can be found in the most unexpected places.' I've always liked it."
"Where did you hear that?" Elsa asked politely.
"Merlin," Phil answered. "It was an adventure... story that used him as a famous wizard. Nothing to do with the King Arthur stories." He paused. "Have you heard of King Arthur?" he asked.
"The legendary king of England?" she confirmed. "I've heard of Merlin. My father used to tell us stories like those."
"There you go," Phil said, smiling. "Of course, the next line he gave was, 'I can't help you for nothing, that never does any good at all, really.' So if there's anything I can do to help you adjust, or anything you need, please ask."
Elsa gave him a slight smile. There was an earnest feeling from Phil, he felt real to her. She gave him a slight curtsy. "Thank you, Mr. Coulson."
"Please, call me Phil," he said. "Ah, we're here." Here, as it turned out, was a bit of a closet. Phil looked at her ice dress, and a brief look of discomfort flitted across his face.
"As I understand it, you're more used to wearing skirts and dresses," Phil said, beginning to rustle through the the display of clothing. He pulled out a grey skirt and shirt that looked very similar to what she'd seen the others of this… organization in, and handed them over.
She held them up against her chest and nodded. "These should fit, but they look so… cloudy. Like an overcast day."
"That's kind of the idea, neutral colors are harder to see and recognize."
Could she hide like that again? Elsa thought they wanted her to use her powers. "I understand my clothing may be… 'Out of time'. But I am not intending to hide. I hid once, and it did not help me. Mis… Phil," she amended. "Where may I change?" she asked.
"There's a bathroom right over there," Phil told her.
Elsa nodded, opened the door, and closed it behind her.
Phil turned away, touching the communicator on his ear. "I think we have a lead, sir. Have the records team check for a sibling. She definitely said that her father told 'us' stories. I'd ask the snowman."