Our mental synchronization Can have but one explanation You and I were just meant to be!
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@queen--of--ice
Our mental synchronization Can have but one explanation You and I were just meant to be!
mean girls meets frozen
I'm sorry
"You couldn’t if you tried." Evan said, "The closest thing you could do to hurt me is to throw a snowball really hard….Just trust me for twenty minutes.”
"Then I’ll be gone, I promise.''
[ A sigh ]
''Very well, then. I'll listen.
Say what you need to.''
Damn. So many new followers.
Shoot me an ask if you'd like a starter.
Liking this is good, too.
”… You really don’t know, then.”
''Unfortunately not. But this situation cannot stay the way it is. I need to figure something out before something else happens.''
He paused for a moment thinking about what to say to her ”Me and you are one in the same and even though I don’t feel exactly the same way you do I can do the same thing you can.” Evan smiled ”I’m simply trying to reach out.”
''What are you--?
You know what? Nevermind.
It doesn't matter. You still need to leave.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you.''
”Well, I don’t hate you for it or anything.”
”But business’ been going slower lately.”
''Understandable.
I'll figure out how to fix everything soon. I promise.''
[ If only she knew how. ]
Quiet as a mouse, Emma sneaked into a house. Her mother should be sleeping right now. She must have slept for so long that she doesn't even know about the snowstorm. Before anyone could stop her, she quickly grabbed some blankets and a piece of cake. Once she closed the door behind her, she realized that the storm had died down a lot, while only a light breeze was felt. Hoping that the young lady was still there, she quickly made her way back where she was. Once she spotted her nearby... "Miss! Please wait!" As fast as she could, Emma trudged through the snow. She then realized how she never met that kind of strong storm blowing in before. She wondered how it had happened. No matter, the young miss is more important.
Elsa had waited long enough. Assuming that the little girl had run home, and now feeling tranquil enough to walk, she started back in the other direction. When she was called for, Elsa turned back around to look. Realizing that she'd been having problem's getting through the snow, she moved quickly to try and help her through it. ''Here, let me help you.''
things i love about frozen —- 1/❄
anna’s undying faith in elsa.
But it’s only for today
It’s agony to wait
what is love?
''I'm...I'm so sorry.
I won't do it again.''
''Okay, who ate the last chocolate bar?''
Beware the Frozen Heart
piyo-hoshitsuki, queen--of--ice, and smiledipper heard the laugh
Listening to her words rather closely, as though he could use anything he could salvage from them as a weapon later. After she explained herself in what he asked, the clown proceeded to reply. Despite the smile upon his face, the awfully eerie laughs that came up whenever things got too serious, and the playful way he addressed things as though it was an easily manipulated item, similar to a toy, he seemed rather sane in this point in time. But if one knew anything about the Joker besides his name and his placement with the Batman, you’d know that he was a psychotic man whom finds everything to be a joke.
"Elsa?" He repeated, like a parrot. He hissed somewhat when he came to the ‘S’ in her name, like a serpent whom was fascinated by such a name, that it wanted to repeat it over and over again and alter the way he repeated it each time. Pausing for a moment, the clown continued. "Well then, Elsa, I will agree that you obviously don’t know anything about anything, but, that gives no excuse. There are news papers everywhere that could give you this information! Not to mention, broadcasts at every coffee shop, if they’re still open." With this, the clown let out an amused chuckle. "But no matter, at least you were out when my thugs were out. Lucky placement of both parties!"
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The way he repeated her name sounded exactly as she thought it would. As if a child who had yet to lose interest in a shiny new toy. ''Sir, if I may say, it was close to one in the morning last I looked and as you're man have stated, it is quite late out. Surely most if not all coffee shops in the area would've closed by now.''
She'd known all that she cared to involving this Joker character and whatever tie he had to Batman. She understood the history between the two, but as for how far back it went, she cared not. However, his sanity was still debatable to her. After all, lots of madmen could find themselves sane, right?
''I don't read newspapers very much, either. Personal reasons, I'm afraid,'' she added, quietly.
She flinched when his gloved hand rested on her cheek. Not because she was afraid of him, but because she was now afraid of him seeing her. Seeing through her and to the power she controlled. A tad impractical, she thought. Though she couldn't really help it.
When he began to speak of torture, it became obvious to her that he was speaking about something else--as if he'd become distracted, lost in thought. Perhaps he was thinking of several people?
That horrible laughter had become more then apparent by this point. As he continued to speak of all the awful ways that death could come for her. Yet she remained unafraid. She wasn't picturing herself dying by his hand. She pictured Anna. After having already lost so much at such a young age. Both of them. She couldn't bare picturing her sister without her. She began to relax when he removed his hand from her cheek, she took a much needed breath of air. Along the lines a drowning victim would have.
"Tell me they’re lying."
Send me one of the following
"Tell me they’re lying."
Elsa’s reply had come out a shaky one. She had no one to blame here but herself. Killing those men had been an accident, right?
No. That was simply something that she told herself. Truth be told, she actually kind of enjoyed it. Something with which she hated herself for, among many other things.
”—No… It’s the truth. I wish..I could tell you something different, believe me, I do. But I did kill those two and I need to face the consequences of my actions. I’m so sorry.”
—Monsters are very real. Ghosts are real, too.
They live inside us.
And sometimes..they w i n.—