Jolting awake as if someone had just yelled in his ear, Ford will sit up in bed quickly, looking frantically around the room as if waiting for someone to burst in. That nightmare again, the one she always has- only worse. Anna dying. How many times is that nightmare going to happen?
Ford curls in on himself, hunching into as much of a ball as possible as the hyperventilating kicks in. It felt so real, and the sound of that voice- the horror, the anguish, the disgust in Agnarr's voice that had caused Elsa-Ford to awaken so suddenly. It rings so clearly that it's as if he had been right in the room.
Unable to keep the fear and anxiety from spiking, ice begins to creep out around- spreading across the room at a terrifying speed, temperature in the room dropping so drastically that the glass of water on Elsa's bedside table freezes and the cup shatters.
Before she can even comprehend what's going on, the door bangs open.
"Elsa!"
"I'm sorry!" is the immediate reply, so desperate and so afraid. "I-"
"Enough. It's obvious you're just... never going to learn how to control yourself. I didn't want it to come to this, Elsa."
Eyes widening, Elsa can only look helplessly at her father as he seems to be thinking long and hard for a moment.
Conceal, don't feel.
It's a disembodied voice, echoing through the room as if it's her own thoughts making their way into the real world. The mantra she repeats over and over to try and calm herself down. It's a deep, ethereal voice that shakes the walls. It sounds almost like her father, but... demented and full of malice.
"P-please, I promise I'll-"
But Agnarr raises his hand to silence her. "No more excuses, we're all at the end of our rope. This has been a long time coming, I can't have you endangering our lives anymore. I'm sorry, but it must be done."
He doesn't sound remotely sympathetic and Elsa is speechless. Ice continues engulfing the room, the walls themselves thick with it, the air so chilly it's a wonder Agnarr can even stand it- but he seems unphased by anything.
"Guards!"
Before Elsa can even comprehend what's going on, several guards are storming into the room, swords drawn. "Anna will make a better queen than you, when the time comes." Agnarr gives the signal and a guard rushes her, swinging his sword-
Dream; October 20th
Jolting awake as if someone had just yelled in his ear, Ford will sit up in bed quickly, looking frantically around the room as if waiting for someone to burst in. That nightmare again, the one she always has- only worse. Anna dying. How many times is that nightmare going to happen?
Ford curls in on himself, hunching into as much of a ball as possible as the hyperventilating kicks in. It felt so real, and the sound of that voice- the horror, the anguish, the disgust in Agnarr's voice that had caused Elsa-Ford to awaken so suddenly. It rings so clearly that it's as if he had been right in the room.
Unable to keep the fear and anxiety from spiking, ice begins to creep out around- spreading across the room at a terrifying speed, temperature in the room dropping so drastically that the glass of water on Elsa's bedside table freezes and the cup shatters.
Before she can even comprehend what's going on, the door bangs open.
"Elsa!"
"I'm sorry!" is the immediate reply, so desperate and so afraid. "I-"
"Enough. It's obvious you're just... never going to learn how to control yourself. I didn't want it to come to this, Elsa."
Eyes widening, Elsa can only look helplessly at her father as he seems to be thinking long and hard for a moment.
Conceal, don't feel.
It's a disembodied voice, echoing through the room as if it's her own thoughts making their way into the real world. The mantra she repeats over and over to try and calm herself down. It's a deep, ethereal voice that shakes the walls. It sounds almost like her father, but... demented and full of malice.
"P-please, I promise I'll-"
But Agnarr raises his hand to silence her. "No more excuses, we're all at the end of our rope. This has been a long time coming, I can't have you endangering our lives anymore. I'm sorry, but it must be done."
He doesn't sound remotely sympathetic and Elsa is speechless. Ice continues engulfing the room, the walls themselves thick with it, the air so chilly it's a wonder Agnarr can even stand it- but he seems unphased by anything.
"Guards!"
Before Elsa can even comprehend what's going on, several guards are storming into the room, swords drawn. "Anna will make a better queen than you, when the time comes." Agnarr gives the signal and a guard rushes her, swinging his sword-
Ford wakes up just as he's about to be beheaded.