[ bellamy does agree. love is what compelled him to get onto that drop ship, and it's why he's here, in this city. though elsa talks of true love, he thinks she, of all people, would understand what keeps him in eudio. it's not the romantic kind of love, but one he thinks to be true all the same. ]
[ he's still not sure if he believes in magic, despite all the proof he's seen with her. he can believe in a woman wielding ice from her fingertips, but when it comes to a feeling being able to break a curse, he's not so sure that's magic. ]
I read some of those stories, and I think they missed another kind of love. I think you'd understand it a little better than Princess Aurora.
[ he looks at her hand, no longer beneath his, and reaches for his beer. he doesn't think on it, though he does wonder, for a brief second, if she removes her hand because she's uncomfortable touching him. he doesn't drink it, but holds it close, as though he's about to. ]
Mom always taught me to never wait around for someone to save me like all the princesses in the Greek stories do. Andromeda could've cut herself from that rock if she had a knife. Pretty sure Medusa could've exacted revenge on Poseidon and Athena with her snakes. Not everyone has a prince who can break any spell with true love's kiss.
The rules of breaking curses are – broad and often confusing. In my past experiences, it has always been family love that has saved the day.
[ whether it be anna's love for her or ingrid desperately needing the love of her family, it's enough to thaw the frozen tundra and shatter the mirror spell. family love saved storybrooke from regina's original curse. if past and present company hadn't confused her and sparked her curiosity, she would have powered the city with her mutual love for her sister. elsa is sure of that.
her hands remain fidgeting under the table, picking at the hem of her dress. it's difficult to look at him but she forces herself to. it would be impolite not to do so. ]
Princes are unreliable sources for curse breaking.
[ in bellamy's experience, most men are dirtbags when it comes to trying to help a woman out of a tricky situation. he opens his mouth to say so, but thinks otherwise. though his mind goes to his mom and the guard, his own anger toward their situation and what she had forced herself into for her children's sakes, it's not the time for it. ]
[ instead, he takes a long drink of his beer before placing the bottle down onto the table. keeping his fingers wrapped around the neck of it, he studies it. he always presumed if elsa was enchanted into some sleep, it'd be anna to wake her up. but maybe she has a prince waiting around, a source of her own comment of them being unreliable. ]
No princes tried to break any spells with you? Besides the one who was a dick.
[ it seems like he'll always think there's a prince waiting in the wings for her, regardless of how many times she says otherwise. ]
No! [ what an embarrassing outburst. ] Oh, no. Not at all.
[ all elsa can hear echoing in her head right now is anna calling bellamy a bonehead. and even if she has convinced herself that she is content with continued friendship, because it truly is an important factor to her, she can just imagine anna's stern commentary about this situation.
[ bellamy really is a bonehead, but it's not because he looks up at her with an amused smile and slight arch of his brow. his amusement stems from her outburst, and even though bellamy should know it could be because of what transpired on the beach, a part of him thinks — rather loudly — that she's moved on. it's that loud, bonehead of a voice that tries to tie everything together, even though the end result makes little to no sense. ]
[ he can't say he's disappointed to hear there's no prince in the picture. ]
I guess that's a good thing. [ he looks down and lets go of his bottle, reaching for a slice of pizza. ] Anna seems more reliable than a prince.
[ there is a proud smile. ] She certainly is. I'm very happy to have such a reliable curse breaker on my side.
[ she pulls at the collar of her sweater. watching him reach for a slide, she follows suit, but instead of holding it up to her mouth, elsa begins to neatly pull off pieces to eat little by little. it seems to be easier to eat and converse for her this way. ]
I've mostly been unimpressed by the princes who I've spoken to back home, but I also have little interest in marrying so soon. [ her kingdom, her rules. ]
[ bellamy doesn't take a bite out of his slice, dropping it onto his plate like he doesn't particularly care for it. in a way, he doesn't. he'd grabbed it on a whim, and though he's hungry, often eating a little more than he otherwise would now that eudio seems to be in plenty supply of food, he finds he doesn't want to distract himself from the conversation just yet. ]
[ he's preparing for it, in his own way. ]
Maybe you'll find someone when you go back. [ it's what clarke would say, he thinks. he isn't so sure. whenever octavia had spoken about the boys in camp, he'd shut it down too eagerly. his experience with this kind of talk is pitiful, to say the least. but he shrugs a shoulder, nonetheless, and carries on. ] Or from here. Pretty sure I've seen a few princes around.
Perhaps, [ she sighs, shifting slightly in her seat as she pulls at her pizza again, popping the bit into her mouth and taking her time when chewing with her gaze averted. ]
I'm not particularly interested in princes or even kings right now. [ she clears her throat and reaches for her glass of iced tea again, holding it over her lap while pulling the straw to her lips. ] It isn't necessary, ah, not a priority.
[ it's an easy deduction to make, even if he wonders if that's all it is. he remembers how she'd had someone interested in her months back, and considering she hasn't said much about him, bellamy supposes that guy's out of the picture. ]
[ he thinks. he's not really up with the whole social thing when it comes to romance. all he knows is how to protect octavia and how to put her first — and how to fight the kind of war where people die, not necessarily break hearts. ]
[ but it's easier to focus on that and let that be the reason than to think on what he believes he knows, but refuses to give much thought to. it's easier that way, living in denial. it makes the idea of leaving a hell of a lot easier if he stays there. ]
[ he glances down when he asks, ] What ever happened to that guy who liked you? Your sister end up punching him?
Of course. She is the most important person in my life.
[ though she does take comfort in the fact the kristoff is also here to help her and keep an eye on anna in her shenanigans. elsa feels the need to hover less now that he is around, though they both know that anna can still get herself into trouble, as her several network posts have shown before. ]
Nothing happened, [ she continues, taken aback by his memory and the question itself. ] Nothing happened at all. I think he's with someone else.
[ elsa doesn't feel especially torn apart by it. she simply twists her lips to one side with the straw in between them before taking another sip. ]
[ bellamy looks at her and wonders what the hell he's trying to find in her mannerisms and tones. sometimes he digs a little too hard for something. mom used to scold him for trying to stir trouble when he questioned her over and over and over about her whereabouts before he'd known better. though the situation with his mother had proven his gut to be true, bellamy's not so sure what he's looking for here. ]
[ elsa lifts a shoulder calmly and even smiles a little. ] It was a bit of an intimate experiment upon my arrival, I suppose, and he very sweet, but it wasn't meant to be. I'm told that's normal. [ she still has the handmade snowglobe he had so nicely given her when she first opened the ice cream shop but even she can tell that it doesn't seem to be the right moment to bring it up. ]
[ even now, she speaks of potentially dating as an experiment. and he knows that that's what she had been attempting, considering she's not like him, easily going with the flow as he'd done so when he'd first dropped onto the ground. he wonders if it's easier for her to think of it in such terms, detaching herself slightly from what's otherwise pretty emotionally driven. ]
[ bellamy takes a bite out of his pizza for the sake of having something to do and even distract himself with. he looks down, and his gaze stays down after he swallows and reaches for his beer. ]
Well, he's an idiot. [ and he lifts it and takes a sip, so he doesn't have to tell her it doesn't matter how sweet someone is. ]
[ bottle still in hand and off the table, he points it to her and asks, good-naturedly, ] Do you look at all the interactions you have with people as experiments?
Absolutely not! [ elsa exclaims, voice rising in pitch. she presses a hand to her chest. ] I don't know what else to call it. A passing flirtation? None of it sounds particularly good to me.
[ which isn't to write it off entirely. feeling pursued and giggling as often as she had felt good for an experiment/passing flirtation. but elsa isn't like most people here, having been hindered by her powers and the idea of touch for so long.
she's reluctant to let go of her glass even though all that's left in it are ice cubes. ]
[ bellamy can't help but laugh at her reaction. elsa reminds him of someone who takes almost anything to heart, not wanting to offend anybody, even if that person deserves it. she's not necessarily innocent, but bellamy thinks she's too kind. it's that part of her he knows draws him to her, given how he's come to expect the worst in people, she's only ever reminded him that there's nothing wrong with seeking the best. ]
[ placing his bottle down, he looks at her with amusement. ] It sounds like what it was, Elsa. I wouldn't worry about it. [ he shrugs; given bellamy hardly labels anything himself, he's in no position to judge what she calls a passing flirtation. ]
[ as long as it's passed. and is very far away from where she is now. ]
[ glancing down at her glass, bellamy's mouth slowly curves into a smile. ] Want another one?
[ she is a little too pragmatic and polite for her own good sometimes.
oddly enough, she doesn't blush as furiously as she thought she would have when discussing a past flirtation, but she supposes that it is a sign of her comfort level with bellamy and also an indication that whatever crush she might have had is truly behind her. that is a first. she'll have to remember that.
looking down into her glass, she shakes her head as she slides it onto the table again. ] No, thank you. I'm perfectly content.
[ bellamy shakes his head. he looks at his bottle and realises it's almost empty, the crappy bit at the bottom sloshing about inside. ]
No. Probably go home and watch Netflix.
[ he shrugs his shoulders. it's so simple and so boring, but given he hadn't had the luxury of watching any of the old football games on the ark, he takes advantage of his subscription. he knows he'd be called lame, considering how today's some big day for everyone, but bellamy simply likes to be alone. ]
[ shifting in his seat, bellamy leans his arms against the table. looking at her, he tries not to smile, but fails in achieving his small goal. ]
I've got a question for you, though. Been kind of wondering about it all day.
That sounds like a marvelous plan, [ she laughs. it's no different than her own plans of returning to her books and finishing the financial paperwork for the shop. always keeping busy, even on holidays like this.
plus, she is certain that anna is bound to be hungry when she returns from a date full of eating with her fiancé. that will take up a lot of her time as well.
she leans forward and mirrors his position again, her eyebrows raised. ] What is it?
[ those animated snowballs he's coming to know everything about. having one means he misses out on what they're like as a group. not being their creator means he doesn't get to see, firsthand, what they're like, if they even understand and acknowledge her as their god. ]
[ he remains leaning forward, lips curving upward. ]
[ elsa sounds so serious. ] I think they stole a cake for me. [ no, no, that's a safe assumption. ] The most certainly stole a cake for me. It was a small cake and it said "Happy Birthday, Roger."
[ snowgies can't read and they're probably either colorblind or have no concept of holidays, because the cake was also purple. ]
It was nice, but I do feel sorry for Roger, who is now cakeless.
[ he shakes his head, leaning back in the booth. ] You've got some loyal subjects, Your Majesty. Snowgies of Arendelle really love their queen, huh?
[ she's told them that they're mischievous, and he should've known to expect something like this from them. he tries to imagine them leaving the parlour to visit a cake shop, taking a cake and bringing it back to elsa as a gift for such a day. it's cute. it's really, really cute. and what's even cuter is that he can easily predict her reaction, which, he thinks, would've involved gasping and his old friend, oh! ]
[ a normal person, which is what elsa appears to be on most days when she's separated from her gaggle and isn't overwhelmed to the point of snowing on anyone.
she giggles behind a hand, belatedly responding to his own laugh. ]
It was marble cake too. A very good choice if I do say so myself. I ate some before they destroyed it.
[ it's really cute. if chion had a few friends in his apartment, he's sure more would be destroyed. he'd possibly have the cops patrolling the hallways for snowballs lingering about, but, bellamy finds that it's funny in itself. she seems to be in good spirits about it. ]
[ he watches her openly, no longer compelled to duck his head or avert his gaze. ]
Does this happen back home? Stealing from people to give to you?
Oh, yes, the ones that lingered in the castle certainly got up to their own mischief. It seems more focused now because they were – well, they were created here. They live in the townhouse, not a castle. I think that makes a difference.
[ even elsa feels a little silly about getting into the nature vs. nurture conversation when it comes to snowgies, but it's true. ]
[ bellamy looks down, hand wrapped around his bottle to sway it as though it's a hull of a ship. ] They're cool, anyway. I still can't believe you can create them.
[ he shakes his head, easily recalling their conversation where she'd admitted he had a piece of her with him now. he wonders if that had been her intention when she'd given him chion, but he doubts she'd be so bold as to imply having a part of her would comfort him with octavia having left the first time. what he thinks is that she'd given him a sliver of what she found comforting — a friend in an animated snowball. ]
I was thinking of bringing Chion around to Olaf's. I don't know the first thing about snowgies, but I don't want him to get lonely. Figure it might be good he's around creatures of his own kind every once in a while. [ he glances up at her, shrugging his shoulders. he's thought about it a lot, but hasn't so much as asked elsa, despite her initial response being he shouldn't hesitate to bring the snowball over to her. his brows furrow together in amusement. ] I think he's trying to bark.
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[ bellamy does agree. love is what compelled him to get onto that drop ship, and it's why he's here, in this city. though elsa talks of true love, he thinks she, of all people, would understand what keeps him in eudio. it's not the romantic kind of love, but one he thinks to be true all the same. ]
[ he's still not sure if he believes in magic, despite all the proof he's seen with her. he can believe in a woman wielding ice from her fingertips, but when it comes to a feeling being able to break a curse, he's not so sure that's magic. ]
I read some of those stories, and I think they missed another kind of love. I think you'd understand it a little better than Princess Aurora.
[ he looks at her hand, no longer beneath his, and reaches for his beer. he doesn't think on it, though he does wonder, for a brief second, if she removes her hand because she's uncomfortable touching him. he doesn't drink it, but holds it close, as though he's about to. ]
Mom always taught me to never wait around for someone to save me like all the princesses in the Greek stories do. Andromeda could've cut herself from that rock if she had a knife. Pretty sure Medusa could've exacted revenge on Poseidon and Athena with her snakes. Not everyone has a prince who can break any spell with true love's kiss.
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[ whether it be anna's love for her or ingrid desperately needing the love of her family, it's enough to thaw the frozen tundra and shatter the mirror spell. family love saved storybrooke from regina's original curse. if past and present company hadn't confused her and sparked her curiosity, she would have powered the city with her mutual love for her sister. elsa is sure of that.
her hands remain fidgeting under the table, picking at the hem of her dress. it's difficult to look at him but she forces herself to. it would be impolite not to do so. ]
Princes are unreliable sources for curse breaking.
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[ instead, he takes a long drink of his beer before placing the bottle down onto the table. keeping his fingers wrapped around the neck of it, he studies it. he always presumed if elsa was enchanted into some sleep, it'd be anna to wake her up. but maybe she has a prince waiting around, a source of her own comment of them being unreliable. ]
No princes tried to break any spells with you? Besides the one who was a dick.
[ it seems like he'll always think there's a prince waiting in the wings for her, regardless of how many times she says otherwise. ]
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[ all elsa can hear echoing in her head right now is anna calling bellamy a bonehead. and even if she has convinced herself that she is content with continued friendship, because it truly is an important factor to her, she can just imagine anna's stern commentary about this situation.
bonehead. ]
No princes at all.
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[ he can't say he's disappointed to hear there's no prince in the picture. ]
I guess that's a good thing. [ he looks down and lets go of his bottle, reaching for a slice of pizza. ] Anna seems more reliable than a prince.
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[ she pulls at the collar of her sweater. watching him reach for a slide, she follows suit, but instead of holding it up to her mouth, elsa begins to neatly pull off pieces to eat little by little. it seems to be easier to eat and converse for her this way. ]
I've mostly been unimpressed by the princes who I've spoken to back home, but I also have little interest in marrying so soon. [ her kingdom, her rules. ]
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[ bellamy doesn't take a bite out of his slice, dropping it onto his plate like he doesn't particularly care for it. in a way, he doesn't. he'd grabbed it on a whim, and though he's hungry, often eating a little more than he otherwise would now that eudio seems to be in plenty supply of food, he finds he doesn't want to distract himself from the conversation just yet. ]
[ he's preparing for it, in his own way. ]
Maybe you'll find someone when you go back. [ it's what clarke would say, he thinks. he isn't so sure. whenever octavia had spoken about the boys in camp, he'd shut it down too eagerly. his experience with this kind of talk is pitiful, to say the least. but he shrugs a shoulder, nonetheless, and carries on. ] Or from here. Pretty sure I've seen a few princes around.
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I'm not particularly interested in princes or even kings right now. [ she clears her throat and reaches for her glass of iced tea again, holding it over her lap while pulling the straw to her lips. ] It isn't necessary, ah, not a priority.
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[ it's an easy deduction to make, even if he wonders if that's all it is. he remembers how she'd had someone interested in her months back, and considering she hasn't said much about him, bellamy supposes that guy's out of the picture. ]
[ he thinks. he's not really up with the whole social thing when it comes to romance. all he knows is how to protect octavia and how to put her first — and how to fight the kind of war where people die, not necessarily break hearts. ]
[ but it's easier to focus on that and let that be the reason than to think on what he believes he knows, but refuses to give much thought to. it's easier that way, living in denial. it makes the idea of leaving a hell of a lot easier if he stays there. ]
[ he glances down when he asks, ] What ever happened to that guy who liked you? Your sister end up punching him?
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[ though she does take comfort in the fact the kristoff is also here to help her and keep an eye on anna in her shenanigans. elsa feels the need to hover less now that he is around, though they both know that anna can still get herself into trouble, as her several network posts have shown before. ]
Nothing happened, [ she continues, taken aback by his memory and the question itself. ] Nothing happened at all. I think he's with someone else.
[ elsa doesn't feel especially torn apart by it. she simply twists her lips to one side with the straw in between them before taking another sip. ]
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Disappointed?
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[ elsa lifts a shoulder calmly and even smiles a little. ] It was a bit of an intimate experiment upon my arrival, I suppose, and he very sweet, but it wasn't meant to be. I'm told that's normal. [ she still has the handmade snowglobe he had so nicely given her when she first opened the ice cream shop but even she can tell that it doesn't seem to be the right moment to bring it up. ]
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[ bellamy takes a bite out of his pizza for the sake of having something to do and even distract himself with. he looks down, and his gaze stays down after he swallows and reaches for his beer. ]
Well, he's an idiot. [ and he lifts it and takes a sip, so he doesn't have to tell her it doesn't matter how sweet someone is. ]
[ bottle still in hand and off the table, he points it to her and asks, good-naturedly, ] Do you look at all the interactions you have with people as experiments?
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[ which isn't to write it off entirely. feeling pursued and giggling as often as she had felt good for an experiment/passing flirtation. but elsa isn't like most people here, having been hindered by her powers and the idea of touch for so long.
she's reluctant to let go of her glass even though all that's left in it are ice cubes. ]
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[ placing his bottle down, he looks at her with amusement. ] It sounds like what it was, Elsa. I wouldn't worry about it. [ he shrugs; given bellamy hardly labels anything himself, he's in no position to judge what she calls a passing flirtation. ]
[ as long as it's passed. and is very far away from where she is now. ]
[ glancing down at her glass, bellamy's mouth slowly curves into a smile. ] Want another one?
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oddly enough, she doesn't blush as furiously as she thought she would have when discussing a past flirtation, but she supposes that it is a sign of her comfort level with bellamy and also an indication that whatever crush she might have had is truly behind her. that is a first. she'll have to remember that.
looking down into her glass, she shakes her head as she slides it onto the table again. ] No, thank you. I'm perfectly content.
Do you have any other plans after this?
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No. Probably go home and watch Netflix.
[ he shrugs his shoulders. it's so simple and so boring, but given he hadn't had the luxury of watching any of the old football games on the ark, he takes advantage of his subscription. he knows he'd be called lame, considering how today's some big day for everyone, but bellamy simply likes to be alone. ]
[ shifting in his seat, bellamy leans his arms against the table. looking at her, he tries not to smile, but fails in achieving his small goal. ]
I've got a question for you, though. Been kind of wondering about it all day.
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plus, she is certain that anna is bound to be hungry when she returns from a date full of eating with her fiancé. that will take up a lot of her time as well.
she leans forward and mirrors his position again, her eyebrows raised. ] What is it?
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[ those animated snowballs he's coming to know everything about. having one means he misses out on what they're like as a group. not being their creator means he doesn't get to see, firsthand, what they're like, if they even understand and acknowledge her as their god. ]
[ he remains leaning forward, lips curving upward. ]
Did they give you anything for today?
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[ snowgies can't read and they're probably either colorblind or have no concept of holidays, because the cake was also purple. ]
It was nice, but I do feel sorry for Roger, who is now cakeless.
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[ he shakes his head, leaning back in the booth. ] You've got some loyal subjects, Your Majesty. Snowgies of Arendelle really love their queen, huh?
[ she's told them that they're mischievous, and he should've known to expect something like this from them. he tries to imagine them leaving the parlour to visit a cake shop, taking a cake and bringing it back to elsa as a gift for such a day. it's cute. it's really, really cute. and what's even cuter is that he can easily predict her reaction, which, he thinks, would've involved gasping and his old friend, oh! ]
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[ a normal person, which is what elsa appears to be on most days when she's separated from her gaggle and isn't overwhelmed to the point of snowing on anyone.
she giggles behind a hand, belatedly responding to his own laugh. ]
It was marble cake too. A very good choice if I do say so myself. I ate some before they destroyed it.
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[ it's really cute. if chion had a few friends in his apartment, he's sure more would be destroyed. he'd possibly have the cops patrolling the hallways for snowballs lingering about, but, bellamy finds that it's funny in itself. she seems to be in good spirits about it. ]
[ he watches her openly, no longer compelled to duck his head or avert his gaze. ]
Does this happen back home? Stealing from people to give to you?
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[ even elsa feels a little silly about getting into the nature vs. nurture conversation when it comes to snowgies, but it's true. ]
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[ he shakes his head, easily recalling their conversation where she'd admitted he had a piece of her with him now. he wonders if that had been her intention when she'd given him chion, but he doubts she'd be so bold as to imply having a part of her would comfort him with octavia having left the first time. what he thinks is that she'd given him a sliver of what she found comforting — a friend in an animated snowball. ]
I was thinking of bringing Chion around to Olaf's. I don't know the first thing about snowgies, but I don't want him to get lonely. Figure it might be good he's around creatures of his own kind every once in a while. [ he glances up at her, shrugging his shoulders. he's thought about it a lot, but hasn't so much as asked elsa, despite her initial response being he shouldn't hesitate to bring the snowball over to her. his brows furrow together in amusement. ] I think he's trying to bark.
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