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♛ It was very rude to eavesdrop but despite her knowledge on the issue when a soft voice had been overheard from nearby the queen found herself compelled to follow it, only stopping when she finally came across the source. She had never heard the song before but it proved to be unexpectedly relaxing and after a moment of silent listening she took a step towards the bench nearby to rest, only halting when the snap of a branch beneath her heel caught the stranger’s attention-- their melody coming to an immediate halt. 

Elsa’s cheeks immediately flush, lips parting in surprise before apologies are quickly uttered, “I’m so sorry, that was incredibly rude of me.” There’s a small pause before she speaks again, “This certainly does not excuse my lack of manners, but...”

“You have a lovely voice.”

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♛ It hadn’t been difficult to notice the stranger as she currently stood out among the crowd of people strolling through the sector but no one had yet to offer her help. Most didn’t even bother to shuffle out of her way nor give a second glance in her direction as they brushed past her, the boxes in her quivering hands looking closer and closer to toppling over at any moment. The queen hesitates for only a moment before approaching the stranger with a timid smile. In the end, it was her guilt that had outweighed her worries for once.

“I apologize for the intrusion, but...” Gaze drops to the packages the young woman had been desperately holding onto.

“It appears you could use a hand.” 

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♛ “I suppose you’re hiding here too?” 

The question is directed to the stranger standing beside her, gaze focused on the window of the shop as she watches the chaos unfolding beyond the safety of the building they have undoubtedly taken within. 

“I do hope this all comes to an end soon...” A beat passes before the queen adds on, “Though I must admit I would rather remain here as long as necessary than dare brave what’s happening out there.” 

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          These tall buildings and what was referred to as electricity- many of the other citizens seemed accustomed to it while the scorned prince was absolutely dumbfounded at such a technological advancement- were things to get accustomed to though in hindsight with many willing to lend a hand to such a poor soul, it wasn’t going to be too difficult. Without Sitron, he’s forced to traverse by foot, slowing his usually non-stop pace to one that will allow him to see what the city has to offer. Standing before a rustic cart piled high with both familiar and unknown fruits, a hand reaches for one, curiously looking about for someone who would be interested in giving a debriefing of what they are before his eyes lock with an all too familiar face.

          “Damn it all..” He’s frantic. She knows what he’s done. She’s going to destroy his facade. His newly rebuilt reputation has already come so far, and if he wishes to keep it that way, he isn’t about to risk it all to speak with the one who had him sent back. And so it’s with a shaky breath that he cards clothed fingers through his hair, straightening himself and his raiment into a more collected image in order to whisk himself into the oncoming crowd seamlessly and without attention. If he simply walks away from where her gaze had caught him, then he can escape as easily as he’d come.

          But it’s her pleading voice that draws his attention back to her once more, the distress and anguish running through his mind. Her tone isn’t angry- quite the opposite of that- and as he recalls what others have told him, his steps draw sluggish. Maybe she’s from a different time. One can only hope, with much to gain and little other than the prestige that he’s earned, he decides to take his chances. He approaches, gaze cast away from her face, hesitant but steps forwards nonetheless. If he’s wrong, he can always try to play towards her inclination towards sympathy.

          “I.. Your highness.” He swerves, and when his eyes catch hers once more, he collapses onto one knee before her while the gloved right hand presses against his chest. Lips tug bitterly in time for his head to bow down, covering her line of sight from the grim expression painted across his features, the fingers straightened out of respect now curling irritably to grasp his coat in loose frustrations.

♛ Surprise reveals itself in the form of a gasp though she is unsure whether it comes from his unexpected greeting or the fact that he listened to her pleas and stopped to hear her out after all. Nonetheless, lips press together into a thin line in response, gaze lingering on his bowed form before drifting away altogether to focus in on something else. 

"...Thank you." 

The comment is weak, her voice so small that she isn’t even sure whether he heard it or not for he has yet to make a move and with his face still hidden from view it’s impossible to assess his mood based upon expression alone. For good measure she finds herself taking a small step back nonetheless, eager to apply more space between the two as she draws in a deep breath to steel herself.

Her statement from before was a lie. She has many questions for the prince should he ever be willing to answer them but there is only one that stands out in the moment. Shoulders straighten along with her posture as she finally gathers the courage hidden deep within her to face him once more, expression now hardened to prepare herself for whatever his answer may possibly be. 

"Is Anna with you?" 

It could be left at that but in a moment of weakness she finds herself pressing on, littering him with details he hadn't asked for nor really needed to know to begin with. "If you are here and I am as well, then I fear she may have been brought to this place along with us..."

A frown tugs at her lips, chest tightening at the mere thought of her sister so far from home. Arendelle is all they know. Her rambling briefly continues, a rather unflattering trait in which she and Anna share-- only a handful of such to hint that the two are indeed related despite their day and night differences in personality and stature. The last time she had spoken with him, he was the one who hadn't known of the princess' whereabouts and now it seemed their roles had reversed.  "I know that she had yet to return to you back when we spoke in the cell, but..." Voice fades as she finally wills herself to make eye contact once more, determination far stronger than her desire to shrivel away.

 "If we were both taken from Arendelle then it's likely that Anna was taken as well and if that's the case I would hope you'd have found her by now considering she's your fiancee, after all." The word leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, her disapproval evident from the scowl that now adorns her face. At this point, despite her refusal to grant the two her blessing she is well aware that she is powerless when it comes to whatever decisions the prince and princess will make.

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♛ Time in the city had introduced the queen to countless things she had never witnessed before back home in Arendelle so when she passed by a stranger fiddling with a small clunk of metal on her walk towards Sector Six she hadn’t given the scenario much thought. In fact, it wasn’t until a sudden bright light enveloped her the moment she attempted to move past the other that her steps came to a sudden halt, the gasp tumbling from her lips unable to be suppressed in the midst of her surprise.

“What was that?” Gaze dropped to the object in his hands, her curiosity finally captured.

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♛ Misfortune seemed to follow her as if it were drawn to her very being like a magnet and how could she help but think otherwise? As if her powers weren’t enough of a burden to begin with, being held captive in an unknown place certainly was and even now, as she took shelter beneath the small hooded entrance of a building from the sudden onslaught of rain that had produced from the sky which had just moments ago been bright and sunny and warm. The dimly-lit ‘closed’ sign that hung from the window beside her seemed to only be there to mock her. Fate had never seemed to be on the young woman’s side. The thought proved to be true even more so when a stranger squeezed in beside her-- another poor person who must have also fallen victim to the sudden shift of weather. 

Instinctively, she shied away, desperate to put more distance between the two but unable to get very far lest she be willing to fling herself out in the rain once more. Her posture stiffens on reflex when the other shifts their position to get as comfortable as possible given the limited space. It was an awkward situation yet she could feel the corners of her lips pulling upwards to form a smile in spite of herself. 

“This is quite unfortunate, isn’t it?” She murmurs only loud enough for him to hear, and though her comment is one of amusement, the solemn tone of her voice is undoubtedly contradictory. 

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♛ It was a peculiar creature, really... Unlike one she had ever seen before and had the queen herself not also been considered abnormal to anyone unfortunate enough to know her true nature then perhaps she could have passed judgement on the animal. When it chirped and drew near she took a sudden step back though only fearful of causing it harm and not the other way around. 

She immediately lifts her gaze the moment she hears footsteps approaching and motions towards the small animal with a single gloved hand.

“Does this--” Words come to a halt as the young woman falters momentarily. What was it, exactly? Certainly a bird of some sort given the seemingly soft feathers that adorned it’s small body but the exact species was unlike one she had ever known. Finally, though her tone is now one of obvious confusion, she continues,

“--chicken belong to you?” 

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♛ She doesn’t realize that it’s him upon first glance. In fact, it takes several moments of silent disbelief on her part before she even makes an attempt to cross the street to get a better look and in finally doing so she can confirm that it is, indeed, the prince of the Southern Isles standing mere yards away calmly inspecting the fruit being sold from a nearby vendor. She parts her lips to speak but not a single sound dares escape as she watches him. A quick scan of the nearby area surrounding is enough to confirm that, for the time being, he is alone and Elsa is well aware that she needs to capture his attention in some way but with such a good chunk of distance spread between the two she wouldn’t dare raise her voice or shout. She panics briefly over her complete loss of how to properly approach him given their last exchange. Instinctively, one hand reaches up to rub at the opposite wrist as its so easy to recall the heavy weight of the cuffs that once rooted her to the dungeon cell. Once more, she silently weighs her options until seemingly fate itself causes the other to glance in her direction-- their eyes finally meeting. 

While she could have easily expected his reaction to be anything but joyful, she is left perplexed by the one she receives. His posture seems to stiffen momentarily-- expression shifting to something entirely unreadable to the queen just before he recoils. When he abruptly turns away and begins to stalk off, her brows crinkle together in confusion of which cannot be easily disguised. Why did he seem so wary of her presence? It takes only a moment until the realization comes crashing upon her, head immediately bowing in both embarrassment and shame. Of course. He, much like everyone else back in Arendelle, had now become aware of how much of a danger she truly was. In fact, it was Hans who had witnessed more so than even her own sister when it had been only his pleading voice that was able to previously shake her from whatever terrifying trance she had been in once before. When she had almost...

Elsa halts the thought with a shake of her head before finally lifting her gaze once more to search for the prince’s form among the many strangers scattered in between. At any other time and in any other place she would have been more than content to allow him to escape but this situation was different. He couldn’t get away, not when she needed so desperately to find out whether or not Anna was safe at home where she belonged. There’s an unshakable sense of dread that washes over the queen as she presses forward the second she catches sight of the man once more. The noble prince and the gullible princess... Hans and Anna... The two desired marriage, didn’t they? If he was trapped within the barricades of the city as well then the likelihood of her sister suffering a similar fate was far too large to ignore. 

“Wait!” She finally cries out when she gets closer to him, hoping that her voice will be enough to bring the other to a halt as she wouldn’t dare reach a hand out to grasp for him. “Please.” If not the previous command then perhaps the hint of desperation in her tone will be enough to do the trick.

“I won’t hurt you...” But it is a promise she cannot keep should he be the unfortunate one to deliver the news she is dreading to hear. “I only need to ask you a single question.”