

She was a fool to think this would work. Stupid to get caught up in his optimism. Elsa was a time bomb and she knew it. How long until she hurt someone? When she was alone it was easier. She could turn it off like flipping on the lights. She could stop caring. Now she cared and she couldn’t shut it off. She was reminded on the lack of warmth when there was no one but herself in a great big house.
When her few interactions were brief and she was so frigid and frozen over she felt her own chill. And he was vain to think he could fix it. To think that he could doctor her up. No, she couldn’t be fixed. She may not be a monster but she was unpredictable. Yet the Doctor wasn’t afraid of her.
HE SHOULD BE
She’s almost positive she’ll hurt him. Fingers tangled in platinum blonde hair as she tries to ignore his voice, his words, his offers of reassurances. They drive her deeper into the feeling she’s deprived herself of for years. You can’t just stop being numb and expect there to be no consequences. Stupid. She was so stupid.
Elsa was so Շเгє๔. A stomp of her foot and ice crackles and spreads, a foreboding purple hue taking the place of a typical clear white glow. With the outreaching of her hand, long jagged icicles emerge from the flat sheet of ice. Enough to make him keep his distance.
”I don’t know what you’re talking about
I’m always alone. I don’t want or need you.
ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀy”