Elsa’s eyes burned with a rare mix of disbelief and exasperation as she fixed her kaiju spirit brother with a stern glare. The waves churned angrily around them, evidence of the chaos he had caused, and the sight of the nearly overturned ship still sent a ripple of unease through her. She could scarcely comprehend the recklessness —how could a creature of his size and strength be so careless? Her hands clenched at her sides, fingers whitening, as she silently took in the disaster; the tossing of the vessel, the spray of saltwater, the panicked cries of its crew. Every instinct screamed at her to reprimand him, to make him understand the gravity of what had almost occurred. And yet, beneath the frustration, there was an undercurrent of disbelief at how easily his immense power could spill beyond control. She stood firm, her gaze unwavering, a living admonition carved from both authority and exasperation.
“You can't act without thought,” she said sharply, her voice carrying over the crashing surf. “Don't you see how easily your strength can destroy what you are meant to protect? One careless movement could cost lives.”
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