Well, chalk this up to an experience that she will surely remember for the rest of her life. Home does not bring many opportunities to meet dragons, though she understands that dragons from space must surely be different. Upon approach - she normally would feel confident in any Ice dealings considering the sort of person she is - Elsa feels her stomach suddenly... drop.
Perhaps they can sense how skittish she feels right now, suddenly a bundle of nerves with frost forming on her fingertips. Elsa clenches her navy blue skirts and presses forward, surprised to find one of the younger dragons nudging a leather ball towards her.
She purses her lips to the side and picks it up. "A game?" The dragon lifts her beautiful head and takes flight just a few feet off the ground. A game it is.
D. BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL.
She remembers the last time she made a fool of herself after drinking a mysterious concoction and is determined not to do the same here, so careful with her drink intake. Especially in a new place that puts her on edge.
It would be wise not to be so trusting but. Well, quenching thirst and feeding hunger are both important things.
There is a goblet of wine now in her hand but Elsa does not take a sip just yet, breathing in the scent first. It smells strong already.
elsa of arendelle | once upon a time ( crau )
Well, chalk this up to an experience that she will surely remember for the rest of her life. Home does not bring many opportunities to meet dragons, though she understands that dragons from space must surely be different. Upon approach - she normally would feel confident in any Ice dealings considering the sort of person she is - Elsa feels her stomach suddenly... drop.
Perhaps they can sense how skittish she feels right now, suddenly a bundle of nerves with frost forming on her fingertips. Elsa clenches her navy blue skirts and presses forward, surprised to find one of the younger dragons nudging a leather ball towards her.
She purses her lips to the side and picks it up. "A game?" The dragon lifts her beautiful head and takes flight just a few feet off the ground. A game it is.
D. BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL.
She remembers the last time she made a fool of herself after drinking a mysterious concoction and is determined not to do the same here, so careful with her drink intake. Especially in a new place that puts her on edge.
It would be wise not to be so trusting but. Well, quenching thirst and feeding hunger are both important things.
There is a goblet of wine now in her hand but Elsa does not take a sip just yet, breathing in the scent first. It smells strong already.