AUDIENCE: ELSA

[retellers]

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[showyourself]

[she leans toward him again, waving a finger at him, hands still aggressively parked on her hips]

I am moving forward. It's the only thing I know to do!

But moving forward can also mean righting past wrongs, Wolf. Just remember that.

[retellers]

I wasn't saying you couldn't try to do that.

[ stop no bully ]

[showyourself]

[at this point, it's fully wolf bully hours]

Good. Because I will. [hmph.] Try to do that.

Now. What's your favorite food.

[retellers]

[ hhhhh ?? the subject change?? ]

What?

[showyourself]

Answer the question!

[for some reason she's not dropping the attitude, though???]

[retellers]

Stew? Stop being so aggressive about this!

[showyourself]

Thank you.

[she. exhales, in one breath, and pushes her hair over her shoulder.] Okay.

Favorite flavor. Don't say stew.

[retellers]

... Is the flavor for the stew?

[showyourself]

[she puffs up her cheeks.]

[retellers]

Look, I don't know why you're asking!

[showyourself]

You're not supposed to! It's a surprise!

[retellers]

I don't like surprises.

[showyourself]

It's really going to be a surprise if you don't give me anything to go on, Wolf!

[big bully vibes incoming]

[retellers]

Just don't get me anything!

[showyourself]

No!

And now that you've said that? I'm going to shower you in presents!

[retellers]

What is wrong with you?

[showyourself]

There is nothing wrong with me! I'm the rightest I've ever been!

[how? rude???]

I'm going to hug you! Gift number one!

[retellers]

You're terrible at gifts!

[showyourself]

Well you're terrible at receiving them! Hah! [she lunges for a hug!!]

[retellers]

[ they ??? dodge??? ]

Stop that!

[showyourself]

No!

[she's got thighs of pure steel muscles for sprinting in the snow and she's gonna hug the heck out of this guy.

also it's a little funny now?]

[retellers]

[ they are literally just dodging like this is a battle to the death ]

Enough, would you stay still already--!

[showyourself]

[she stops in place, huffing, and looking off.]

Fine.

[






SIKE she's lunging again, hoping her pause was enough to catch him off guard.]

[retellers]

[ unfortunately, it wasn't, and this time when they sidestep they attempt to catch her by the collar ]

What are you, five?

[showyourself]

[oop. totally caught.]

Ah--!

[this, a least, seems to derail whatever heightened level of excitement she had going on, and she has the good grace to at least look embarrassed.]

I'm Sorry. It's been a long few weeks.

[please forgive her]