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3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

Elsa was in a surprisingly good mood today, all things considered. She had woken up this morning wearing a kilt, and while the tartan was lovely, it presented her with a few technical difficulties. For one, it meant that she was wearing men's clothing from ~~Disney Meta for~~ Scotland. Not that this was a problem in and of itself, but it was an odd change of pace for an Arendelle princess. And for another, Elsa had no shirts. None. She owned dresses. Dresses. And a modern swimming suit that she had purchased before the school trip to Bali, none of which were exactly appropriate for wearing with a kilt.

She was beginning to see some measure of appeal in possibly giving in and buying some slightly more modern clothing. By the time she made her way out to the common room today, she was wearing her swimsuit under her kilt (which had involved some acrobatics to manage, since the kilt wouldn't stay off while she pulled the swimsuit on), and then was attempting to preserve some amount of modesty by pulling on one of her long, velvety cloaks over all of it. The result was... unusual, but at least she was clothed.

The things a girl needed to do in order to get some tea around here.

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Loki's kilt was green enough to match the rest of his clothing, so he supposed he could wear it. For now.

Because why not?

"Oh, hello there."

"Why, hel-Loki!" Oh, what regal poise and composure Elsa had, truly. "Good afternoon!"

A beat as she took in the kilt, and then gave him a wry little smile.

"Not just me, I see?"

"I think there was even one on my magpie," Loki replied with mock sympathy for Ikol.

"I'm certain he looked very fetching," Elsa replied, biting the inside of the cheek as though it would somehow help hide the fact that she was trying not to smile at the mental image. "Though I suppose this is a step up from the state things were in last weekend. Can I get you some tea?"

The water was already hot, after all.

"I would be most obliged," Loki replied with a smile.

"And would you like anything in it? Milk? Sugar?" Elsa busied herself with readying the tea, a cup for herself and a cup for him, trying not to think too hard about the fact that she was preparing tea for a tiny god.

It was kind of a difficult notion to shake.

"Oh no, it is fine without either," Loki assured her. "Though if you recommend it..."

"I usually take it with a little bit of sugar," Elsa admitted, looking down at the two... well, they were mugs. These were common room dishes, after all. "If you prefer it without, that's perfectly fine."

She picked both up, keeping the one with sugar for herself, and offering Loki the other.

Loki smiled again, accepting the mug. "How have you been?"

"Me? Oh, I've been..." She had been about to say 'fine.' In fact, she'd been about to brush off the entire past month and soldier on. But she stopped and reconsidered. She was talking to Loki. If anybody could see through a deliberate lie, she imagined it was him. "... Confused, I think. Concerned. Wondering if I made the right choice in coming here, after everything that went on here over the past little while."

"Ah," Loki replied, taking a sip. "Yes, the island is prone to oddities, I have found."

And this was coming from someone from Marvel.

"If that's this island's definition of an 'oddity,' I would hate to think about what it considers a crisis," Elsa noted, and then took a sip of her own tea. "I discovered what a dinosaur was, mostly because they were prone to chasing people in the streets."

"Ah," Loki said, giving her a sympathetic look. "I stayed in a tree until they were well distracted by the vikings."

Then sighed.

"They were not particularly bright, those vikings."

"I was almost insulted on their behalf," Elsa admitted, frowning a little. "They weren't exactly the great explorers and raiders that I had been led to think they were."

Makin' the Norse look bad, Fandom-invading Vikings. For shame.

Right? How could these idiots be the ones who worship Loki and his family?

"Perhaps they were here for a reason?" Loki ventured. "Natural selection at work."

"Natural..." Elsa's brow furrowed a little. "Perhaps I'll take your word for that."

She came from about a half-century before Darwin. Though she thought maybe she could almost see what he was getting at, all the same.

Well, did anyone want those vikings passing on their genetics? Nope!

"But we have survived it, thankfully! With very little harm done."

"Very little harm," Elsa agreed. "More questions than answers, perhaps. But I can't think of any real, lasting damage."

Elsa would have been very thankful to learn that those particular genetics hadn't lasted long enough to make it into Arendelle bloodlines, true.

"What sort of questions?"

"Questions about what was broken, for one," Elsa offered. "About whether or not things are prone to getting quite so bad around here very often. I had been warned about danger when I was new here. I didn't imagine it could be anything like that. Questions about the person I became when I changed, and the people that others turned into, and about what ties it all together..."

She frowned a little and sipped at her tea again.

"A lot of questions."

Loki considered it for a moment. "Well, I have heard many learned men say there are an infinite number of universes out there in which we all may have things about ourselves changed."

Meaning Reed Richards. He meant Reed Richards.

Well, Reed had an IQ that amounted to many men all added together, so that was close enough.

"An infinite number?" Elsa pursed her lips a little. "Is that what people are talking about when they mention the multiverse, then?"

"Precisely!"

She smiled faintly, feeling as though she was almost starting to catch on to... something. Some sort of something.

"And Fandom is some sort of... connector for them, then? Which is why there are people from different times and different worlds, and why we were changing into different people who were so similar to us, while it was all broken?"

"It certainly sounds correct." Meaning Loki hadn't a freakin' clue.

That answer seemed to satisfy Elsa all the same, and she nodded a little as she took a seat with her tea.

"And you? How have you been?"

"I am no longer a small french child, nor a international pop star, so I am quite well."

Both had been boring.

"Those sound like... interesting experiences," Elsa decided, sounding a little baffled. "Pop?"

She had so much to learn, Loki. So much.

"Ah, music that appeals to those with short attention spans?" It was the best he had there.

There was a moment's pause, and then she nodded a little.

"Like Cheryl and Pam," she settled on. It seemed like a fair assessment. "They have very... unique classes."

That earned her a startled little laugh. "Oh yes, I have reported on those for radio."

"I had no idea what I was in for when there was a large wild cat in the classroom on the first day," Elsa shared. "It's really only gone downhill from there."

"The teachers here can be eclectic." A beat. "Have you taken class with the pony yet?"

Loki had not because of all those nasty rumors about him and a stallion.

"I... haven't." Elsa blinked. "I've only had the class with those two, and another one with Dean Skywalker about making friends and influencing people."

She needed work in that area, too.

"Well, it is not as though you are leaving us so soon to not take more classes," Loki replied cheerfully. Because that was Fandom for you.

"I thought about it," Elsa replied. "After all of that craziness, I figured I would have to be insane to stay here. But..."

She tilted her head a little, looking slightly baffled.

"It turned out all right in the end. Better than I expected, at least. And I would still rather be here than back home, right now."

"Why might that be?"

"Before," Elsa replied, "it was because I just wasn't able to deal with my sister after our parents' funeral."

She bit her lip and took a moment. It had been more complicated than that, of course, but it was still true. And she still missed her parents fiercely, even if she'd spent most of her life pushing them away.

"Now, I think it's more that I've seen that people here can handle themselves when there's something big and dangerous hanging over their heads. That's reassuring."

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