Of the kingdoms he had gone to, this unknown place gave of an enigmatic ambient. It was as though that its isolation driven it off to a mystifying beauty. The marvellous infrastructure amidst the incessant blizzard had all the more embellished its aesthetics. The ice palace affront him stood tall and majestic, emitting a powerful radiance of its own. He could not help but be at awe.
And now he wondered, who would have built such place in isolation? Admiration often followed curiosity—an inexorable habit he could not desist. Descending from where he once hovered, Jack sneaked inside (fortunate that his true form required belief to be revealed); his bare feet feeling ticklish against the crystal floor.
"Sublime…" Was all he could mutter, optics filled with amazement, finally succumbed to the marvel of a new discovery.
So far isolation had served her well. For the first time in forever, Elsa had been allowed to do as she liked. She created and she didn’t have to worry about making it disappear. She could indulge in the patterns ice and snow crafted, swirl them. Mix them and weave it all together with the magic she possessed. Freedom was as gratifying as she’d always dreamed.
Being alone really didn’t bother her. The idea of hurting others was much more terrifying. Here there was no threat. No worry. At least while no one dared to trouble her in her crystalline palace. In some ways the castle was like her web– she was the only one who sat foot in it. She could feel it, hear it when someone else was there like vibrations on a web. She was supposed to be alone. This wasn’t right.
Elsa had descended the stairs quietly, brows furrowing in slight confusion at the sight. The most obvious oddity being that this young man wasn’t wearing any shoes. On ice. In a blizzard.
“Thank you. Now I believe it would be best if you left. There is a reason I’m so far away from people. It’s how I prefer it.”