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His brow corrugated in a quizzical frown, and his synthetic countenance was ornamented with unquenchable inquisitiveness; he was unable to fathom what she was hoping to achieve by flailing her limbs around ungovernably, but simultaneously, he was eager to discover the reason residing behind her motives. Nonplussed by her nonverbal convulsions, the android tilted his head in a sequence of ephemeral twitches, until the servomechanisms in his neck settled at an angle of 75 degrees. His yellow optical components regarded her sedulously, registering every motion, every gesture: his vehement desire to ascertain the genesis of her cognitive impediment was the principal objective in his quest to comprehend her. Was it something he said? Were his instructions unclear, inconclusive?
It was not until she hit the surface, spraying the objects ⸺ including him ⸺ within their immediate proximity with foam and water, and articulated her frustration that he understood the quandary he had, inadvertently, subjected her to; he should have instructed her to recline, instead of distributing the exact digits of the act itself. In addition, her response to his request corroborated the significant intellectual chasm between them; a predisposition of Anna’s he should take into account in his subsequent interactions with her. For his own sake, he cancelled the iteration of his proposition, which had already been formulated in his vocal processor. Repetition would do him no good.
Reverently, Data listened to her recount relative to the events that had precipitated her emergence in the woods. And judging by the preceding affairs, her being rendered in a state of inebriation sounded like a logical explanation regarding her injudicious determination to take a stroll in the blizzard that presently engulfed them. Moreover, someone with proper access to the rational hemisphere of their brain would not have ventured all the way out to this region of the main land and situated themselves voluntarily in such hazardous weather conditions.
On the verge of interpolating a personal notion in the sparse intermissions of silence his companion dropped in her one-sided conversation, the adventitious revelation that she was the reigning monarch’s relative, restricted him from expressing his curiosity. It would be inadvisable to elicit the impression that he was unacquainted with Arendelle's history and monarchy ⸺ they had to uphold the Prime Directive. Suspicion could drastically obstruct their investigation...
‘Ice?’ the android disregarded his soaked trousers after her eruption of vexation. ‘Are you implying that the Queen possesses the ability to generate ice without the aid of artificially devised contraptions or devices of any kind? Is your sister responsible for the inexplicable meteorological conversion?’
