AUDIENCE: ELSA

[retellers]

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[showyourself]

[she approach.........]

Excuse me... are you Tiger?

[retellers]

[ they hold up a shirt with a castle, and toss it over their shoulder. ]

Yup. And you're Elsa. Were you singing?

[showyourself]

[oh! she catches it, and folds it in her hands.]

I was.

And you're my--my team's leader?

[retellers]

That's me.

[ they start looking at another shirt. ]

It's a pleasure, I guess.

[showyourself]

Yes, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, too.

[she approaches the pile of t-shirts, replacing the one that tiger just threw over his shoulder onto the pile—and gives him the full force of an indulgent big sister smile.]

Looking for something? Can I help?

[retellers]

Just browsing. I haven't looked at everything that's in here... which might have been a good thing. It's all ugly.

[ there's a sigh. ]

[showyourself]

Ugly? [she glances at the shirt pile. well. it's pretty straightforward stuff, she guesses, but it's not that bad, surely...? besides, it's not a fashion store.]

What about it don't you like?

[retellers]

[ they look at elsa. ]

I would ask if your eyesight was fine, but you're not one of the eyepatch clique.

[showyourself]

[she laughs, a little exasperated, but doesn't rise to it.]

Okay, okay. I admit, it's not... great.

You're a fan of fashion, I take it?

[retellers]

Am I?

[ hm ]

Maybe.

[showyourself]

...You can't remember, can you?

[retellers]

[ they sigh ]

No, I don't.

[showyourself]

[she shakes her head.]

It doesn't matter. You remember how you feel about it—so we can work with that.

[she folds her hands in front of her.]

Since we're a team, I'll keep an eye out for clothing you might like. Okay? How do you feel about... velvet?

[maybe if she throws out things at random, they'll have a reaction?]

[retellers]

[ they snort. ]

God, no. Not unless it's a costume.

[showyourself]

Got it. [good start!!] Silk?

[retellers]

[

they nod. ]

That's fine, as long as it's not too much.

[showyourself]

Not too much silk, okay... [she's nod nodding.] And how would you feel about lace trimming?

[retellers]

[ they make a so-so motion with their hand ]

[showyourself]

Take it or leave it. Gotcha.

Umm... [here, she gestures at herself.]

What do you think?

[retellers]

[ they look her over. ]

If you had a long, flowing robe and a darker palette, you'd have the aura of someone who just murdered their husband but is totally fake grieving about it.

[showyourself]

[that description genuinely throws her—but only for a moment. just as suddenly, she bursts out with laughter.]

Oh, well! I'll keep that in mind. Lucky I tend to go for lighter colors these days...!

[she's still giggling, and it takes a moment to compose herself for the next volley.]

What about you? Light or dark? Loose and flowy, or tight and tailored?

[retellers]

... no preference on color. Tight.

[ they say this while wearing a loose and flowy cloak. ]

[showyourself]

[...]

Do you all have to wear the same thing?

[she gestures to the clothing.]

[retellers]

Basically. Pretty fucked up, if you ask me.

[showyourself]

[elsa politely decides to pretend they didn't say that, and nods.]

...To maintain an air of mystery, I suppose.

Are the ears real?