Post by Elsa on Nov 13, 2017 19:38:07 GMT -5
Flashing lights? Elsa quirked a brow. "Throw out the red carpet for royalty?" she asked, almost teasing. She actually wasn't sure if she'd actually mentioned the whole royal thing yet. Dracula struck her as the sort who'd find that out eventually anyway, so there wasn't much point in hiding something like that. She looked back to her sculpture, heading his comments. She shook her head: no further questions, not yet. There were several that niggled at the back of her mind, but Elsa had a feeling that most would be answered when she actually paid Dracula a visit.
"Oh, believe me, I'll come prepared,' she promised, giving Dracula another speculative, almost challenging, certainly regal, look. It shifted as she looked around, considering the school and its legacy. Could she live up to expectations? She turned back to the sculpture, raising her hands. Ice and snow swirled for a moment, expanding it out, solidifying it even further, while somehow still retaining the fragility that always seemed to come with ice.
"Hopefully our ideas of my true potential are the same,' she said, admiring the work, figuring that, by then, Dracula would be gone, perhaps with a pithy word...
