Yogaing

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Per usual, Elsa made certain to book the space that she actually wanted ahead of time. Was easy enough if you knew how to do it. Technically, as she was now the Headmistress, she could just waltz right in and demand space anytime she wanted. Though that had been tempting, Elsa had opted for what everyone else had to do.

Now she had the studio to herself, and she could work on relaxing. First, she'd turned on some gentle music, some soft classical stuff that she'd gotten a while back for moments specifically like this one. Then she'd spread out one the mats, getting it arranged for her to begin. She hesitated only for a moment, checking to make sure her hair remained in the high pony she'd pulled it into, then she slid her hands down her yoga outfit.

Then Elsa Bellefonte moved. Her lithe body twisted and turned to the music, easily entering the poses, all those years of dance and regular sessions like this showing with each movement. She slid a time or two, but she kept her cool, at least for those. No, her anger didn't start to rise until she heard the music. It drifted in, punctuating her carefully constructed peace. Raucous music, though Elsa couldn't be certain if it was rock or pop or what have you. Frankly, she didn't care: It was interrupting her yoga session.

So the headmistress stormed out of the dance studio room, turning around sharply, locating the sound. "Whoever's playing needs to turn that down!" she yelled, her voice dangerously sharp. "Otherwise things are going to get very unpleasant."

[Franklin Bishop]

It was another one of those days where Franklin felt the need to dance her merry little heart out. Things had been stressful, especially with her new position as a teacher assistant, which she hoped to become full time over the year, sometime. But no, that wasn't the stressful part. In fact, that happened to be the really exciting and fun part. No, the stressful part was that the teacher in charge, just happened to be her ex boyfriend whom just happened to cheat on her and break her heart many years ago. Now, the question remained as to why she still cared. Well, long story short; She had no clue. Maybe she still held him close, or maybe she hadn't tried hard enough to get over it all. In the end, did it really matter? She didn't think so. It was what it was and there was very little Frankie could do about it.

Well, besides dancing anyways. So, instead of mourning, complaining and what have you, she danced until she either got exhausted or felt too empty to think at all. Whichever came first, really. And she couldn't dance without loud music. Really loud music. So, here she was, with the volume up as high as she possibly could without having her ears bleed, dancing one of her own choreographed dance routines.

She hadn't noticed anyone stepping inside until the sharp voice sent chills down her body. Turning around, her brown eyes focused upon one of the Bellefonte princess-- well, queens. Blinking, Franklin walked over to the stereo and turned the music off. The only thing that remained was the deafening silence and Franklin was fairly sure she could actually hear the harsh look the other brunette gave her. "Are we retorting to threats, your majesty?" Franklin asked and turned her head to look at the girl, whichever twin she was, though, from the sound of the harshness, that was quite obvious. Frankie smiled though. She had no reason not to like the girl. At least not yet.

"You're Elsa, right?" she asked then and raised one eyebrow quizzically. She was pretty, which in reality, wasn't much of a surprise. All of the Bellefonte children was insanely beautiful all in their own way. One would be a fool not to notice. "Sorry about the loud music. I tend to get a little lost in the dancing and I guess I didn't think anyone was around to hear it."

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa hadn't thought to send her mind out and start scanning thoughts, which actually made her feel like she'd been caught at a decided disadvantage when she finally encountered the source of her current predicament. She didn't hesitate for long though, recognizing the nickname and a bit of the tone: "I don't make threats: I make suggestions of your future." Because too many people said promises. Plus, Elsa loved letting people think that she could alter their future.

Everyone could to some degree; Elsa was just better at it then others.

For a moment, she considered saying that she was her sister. Elsa wasn't quite as sure that Erika used yoga to relax though, and the outfit couldn't have been anything else. Elsa's hair might have some of the curl back, but she most definitely looked put together and herself. Plus, she was fairly certain that Erika didn't quite rely on commands as much as she did.

Yet.

"It's---alright," she said. "It was just overlapping with what I was listening to," Elsa looked at the stereo, frowned for a moment, then looked at the girl. "You were right: I'm Elsa Bellefonte. And you are?" Elsa was tempted to just yank the information, but she was still in a state of mental relaxation. Relaxation and Elsa's power did not go hand in hand.

At all.

[Franklin Bishop]

Franklin smirked at the other girl; Despite being the one on the receiving end of the 'suggestions', she found herself really liking this girl's attitude. It was kind of sassy, in a very dark and twisted way. It was amusing to say the least and Frankie hadn't met a whole lot of people like that before. "I didn't know you were allowed to get people in trouble that could potentially ruin their future for playing loud music," she said, nodding. "This is like being back home all over again," she chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Nodding again, Franklin was glad she had managed to pick up on the right scent. She didn't know much about the Bellefonte twins and had only the 'rumors' and the gossip to judge from. Which was how she knew that one of them were colder and more anti-social, and the other was well... Quite the opposite, putting it nicely. "I'm Franklin Bishop, or just Frankie for short," she shrugged. Lifting her hand, she gestured towards the stereo, "College student and teacher assistant. Music." As if that wasn't obvious. Well, okay, maybe it wasn't, but to anyone who had ever heard of Frankie, which Elsa probably hadn't, it was very obvious, since that was basically all Frankie ever did; Sing and dance.

Looking at the girl's clothes, Franklin offered her a smile, "Working out?" Obviously. "Or just using the free time to relax?" It must have been nice, being so high up that the school was more or less your playground. She could probably get away with anything and everything. Not that Frankie got in trouble a lot, mind, but it still offered a lot of opportunities Franklin would most likely never understand.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Only if their music disturbs others," drawled Elsa. Though she was tempted to go down the halls and extend her power to the uttermost. Who wouldn't want to take advantage of having a position like Headmistress? Of course, Elsa would never deign to actually doing so. No, the little casual threats would be the extent of it, and, well, she'd been doing those for ages now.

Franklin Bishop: another female with a Frank name, though at least Frankie had the good sense to go by Frankie. And a college student and music assistant: strange that Elsa had never met her before: they had to be around the same age. Then again, even in a school as small as Bellefonte it was perfectly possible to not have met quite everyone. For all she knew, the girl spent all her time hiding in the music areas of the school.

"Bit of both, actually," said Elsa, tossing her head and shrugging slightly, "I was doing some yoga in the other room, taking advantage of spare time while I have it," she raised her brows, using that little sign to indicate why the music had been so particularly bothersome to her. Elsa looked to the stereo, then to the girl again, realizing something: "I take it you're a dancer of some kind then? It's either that or singer or, well, I suppose air guitar player is an option, but you're not wearing a t-shirt with a band older then you, so I'm guessing that's not in the cards."

[Franklin Bishop]

"Ah," Frankie chuckled, "Sorry 'bout that then," she said honestly. Frankie wasn't one for yoga, but she could understand how her own choice of music could be annoying when someone did one of the more relaxing forms of working out. Following the brunette's gaze, Frankie nodded, and then continued to laugh at the girl's joke. "A little bit of all three; Though, I'm not all that good at playing instruments. Dancing and singing is more my thing." No, her talent for instruments had lasted a short while until she had learned that holding a mic and moving her body was much more fun. Besides, playing the guitar belonged to the past, along with quite a lot of other things.

Nodding towards the stereo again, Franklin smiled, "I dance hip hop mostly," she explained, even though Elsa hadn't asked. "Though, I did start out dancing ballet; A little slow paced for my tastes, but it was fun as long as it lasted." Her dads had signed her up, thinking it would be incredibly cute to look at their adopted daughter prance around in a pink, fluffy outfit. It didn't end up being all that cute and to their horrors, their daughter ended up much preferring baggy pants, sneakers and loose tops that preferably showed off a little bit of belly, just like her tied up tank top did now.

"Do you dance?" Franklin asked. She hadn't seen the girl around here before, so maybe not, though, the world his many hidden dancers with quite the talent, so dismissing it altogether would be stupid. "Or sing for that matter?" she laughed.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa nodded; it did seem that the people talented in music around here participated in as many ways as they possibly could. She was tempted to mention that it was best to focus on what went well for you; that had always been her policy. The girl had continued though, expanding on the exact type of dance. The mention of ballet had Elsa chuckling a little.

"I did," she said, nodding. "Nearly every Bellefonte went through dance lessons. Ballet,' she looked at Frankie, raising a brow and smirking, "as you'd probably have guessed. I did it for several years but... lost the taste for it," and didn't enjoy being constantly shown up by her sister. Erika would always be the more graceful one. "As for singing, well, technically everyone sings."

Elsa folded her arms over her chest and raised her brows. "It's a matter of whether or not someone sings well. I've a halfway decent voice, but no one from the record business is going to want to sign me any time soon." Elsa paused then, studying the other girl. Strange, but she hadn't started skimming thoughts and the mention of powers hadn't come up either. For that matter, outside of the initial comments, there hadn't been much talk about Elsa's position. She was a Bellefonte, after all, one of the school's effective royalty, as it were.

"How good are you?" she asked after that bit, raising a brow. "I'm assuming you have to be halfway decent, if we're actually paying you to assist or what have you."

[Franklin Bishop]

Nodding, Frankie listened to what the brunette said and her lips twitched upwards into a meek smile, "I don't blame you," she chuckled; No, ballet was one of those things Frankie had been good at, yes, but never enjoyed. She had a knack for dancing, which was one of the few talents she possessed. Probably because she had devoted her entire life to it, and had very little time for anything else. "Fair enough," Franklin said and nodded once more. Okay, yeah, everyone did sing, technically. She had to agree with that. And probably, everyone had the talent to become good too, some just needed more practice.

"I see," Franklin said, "Well, truth be told, I think it's more like... Everyone has the talent, yeah? But someone just needs a little more practice to reach the peak of their voice. Someone is simply born with it, or has it as easy to simply just train by singing, while some need professional help." God, she sounded like her dad right there. "Like, learn to hit the right tones for your voice and stuff."

Elsa's next question had Frankie grinning. "Well..." She wasn't quite sure how to put it without sounding like she was bragging. "I think that depends on who you ask, as it is with most singers. Some people like your voice, others don't, you know?" She was good, sure, but that didn't mean everyone would agree. She had an almost nasal voice and some people found that extremely annoying. "I've done a few gigs here and there over the years, but dancing has always been my main focus, so I haven't had the chance to explore that path much. I've been complimented though," she laughed and lifted her hand to sway it slowly in the air.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

The everyone has talent speech? Elsa had to nearly bite her lip as she listened to it. No, everyone did not have talent in certain things, no matter what they said. Some people could not, would not ever be able to sing properly, no matter what kind of training you gave them. Still, she didn't see any reason to activate full bitch mode, at least for the time being. Better to remain quiet and let Frankie respond.

Depended on the person with singing, hardly surprising, though there did seem to be some singers with universal appeal, or nearly universal. It sounded like another dodge to Elsa, and it didn't feel like it answered the question. She smiled as Frankie ended by insisting that she'd been complimented.

"Well then, you won't mind demonstrating your skills for me," she said, nodding and gesturing toward the other girl. "Tell you what: you dance. If I'm impressed, I'll stay here and you can teach me a few moves. I'm an adept student. If I'm not impressed, you join me for yoga," Elsa raised her brows and smiled confidently. As far as she was concerned, it was a bit of a win/win. Though it did mean spending more time with this... girl. That didn't necessarily strike Elsa as a bad thing.

Then again, she hadn't seen Frankie dance... yet.

[Franklin Bishop]

Furrowing her brows, Franklin looked at the girl for a moment. Was she serious? Well, of course she was. As far as Frankie was concerned, this particular Bellefonte never joked around. Then again, it wasn't like Frankie really minded showing her what she could do. "Uhm," she said and scratched the back of her head before shrugged. "Yeah, sure. That sounds like a fair deal." Not that she understood why Elsa wanted her to do yoga, but hey, exercise was exercise, right? And she seemed nice enough and it wasn't like Frankie had any reason to avoid her or something.

Stepping into the middle of the room, Frankie gestured towards the stereo. "Put it on song number four," she said and rolled her shoulders. She waited for the girl to turn the song on and as the music filled the room, Frankie took a deep breath as she got into her zone. She completely forgot everything else within the room and within her mind and once again, the brunette completely gave herself away to the music and the steps of the dance. It was her way of escaping everything and doing what she loved the most in the entire world.

Once the choreography ended, Franklin opened her eyes and blinked a few times before once more taking a deep breath. Her chest heaved a little as she turned towards Elsa again. She wasn't sure if the girl would like the dance or what have you, but in the end it didn't really matter. It wasn't for everyone.

Song & Dance: Because I suck at writing dance moves, so there. LINK.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Technically, Elsa didn't want to make Frankie do Yoga. She wanted to set up a situation and challenge someone, as she so often did. See the skills, figure out if they were worthwhile and, by extension, if Elsa could use them in some form or fashion. Plus, she had to admit to still having a bit of a weakness for dancing and dancers just in general.

She heard the command and walked over, poking the correct buttons. Soon, the music filled the room. The tune made Elsa wrinkle her nose, though she supposed that Frankie had said she was doing something more modern, and it did sound more or less like what had interrupted Elsa's yoga session.

The wrinkling stopped as Elsa watched. The other girl could certainly dance, and Elsa was almost surprised to see that the steps looked contained. Still sharper and less smooth than what Elsa was used to, but she still looked pretty damn impressive. Elsa could recognize an artist who got lost in whatever it was they were doing, and that definitely seemed to be the case with Frankie here.

Not that Elsa's expression gave way any of that. She waited till Frankie was done, then nodded. "Seemed pretty decent to me. Bit sharp on the moves, or at least, sharper then I'm used to, and I think the song choice wasn't the best to show off your particular skills. Still, it was... good," she admitted. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "Which i suppose means that you won, which in turn means that I'm going to have to tolerate more of," she wiggled her fingers at the stereo, "that for a few moments. I assure you that I'm an excellent student though," the last words were covered in irony as Elsa turned her smile on Frankie, obviously waiting expectantly.

[Franklin Bishop]

Running a hand through her hair, Franklin nodded, "Yeah, but it's also a great way to use up some pent up energy," she smiled. "And thank you." She was glad the girl had liked it, despite not really looking it. She was going to take the compliments for what they were worth rather than fussing about it. In the end, it didn't really matter, did it? Nah, she didn't think so. Besides, the girl, Elsa had more or less admitted 'defeat', so there was that too. She didn't seem like the girl who would just do that, at least not without having anything to gain from it. Looking at the stereo, Franklin chuckled, "I'm not worried; I've done this for a long time, so I'm sure I've seen it all, and if you've danced before, you've got the basics covered." She actually thought the girl would do good and she didn't seem too opposed to being taught either. And hey, for all she knew, Elsa could end up actually liking it.

Taking a few steps backwards, Franklin waved the girl over, "Here, I'll teach you a few basics," she said with a soft smile. She took a moment to take a few breaths as she waited for the girl to draw closer. "Okay, first I'll show you the moves and then I'll perform them before we do it together, so watch and learn, okay?" The girl wasn't slow, so Franklin figured starting out with showing her the visuals, first in slow motion and then the entire thing put together would be a good start. After that, they could do it together in slow motion, move by move.

"Okay," she said as she started to show the moves, explaining them as she went. It was a fairly simple dance; At least, for Frankie it was. She wasn't quite sure if it would fit Elsa's taste, but hey, it was worth a shot. At least, to test the waters anyways. As soon as she finished showing the moves, Franklin grinned and took a step back, "Alright, and now all of it put together..." And with that, the brunette put the movies into an actual dance.

Once she finished, Franklin cracked her knuckles and shrugged her shoulders, letting them loose some pent up tension. This was almost therapeutic. "Ready?"

Again, Mel sucks with describing this shit, so HERE you go ^^ (ends at 2:50)

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa certainly figured that the whole dancing thing could work to help her shed some of her pent up energy. That had to be especially true when dances as frenetic as the ones that Frankie seemed capable of doing were involved. Frankie certainly seemed quiet confident, talking about the ease with which she could teach Elsa the dance. Elsa did allow her power to extend somewhat, figuring that it couldn't hurt to pick up some thoughts as well.

A wave; Elsa followed. Then Elsa watched, paying close attention to the various moves, her eyes flicking to watch each and every movement. Still sharper than what she was used to, but Elsa was fairly certain that she could manage. it did seem to be an easy enough dance, though Elsa still couldn't say for certain whether or not it really suited her taste. She nodded a few time as Frankie finished, feeling fairly confident. Put it all together.

"I think I can manage," said Elsa dryly. She moved forward, rolling her body a bit, reminding herself that she was woefully out of practice. "Though I'm probably not going to look quite as good as you," Elsa nodded, moving to get more or less into position for the beginning, meeting Frankie's eyes and nodding slowly.

[Franklin Bishop]

"Awesome," Frankie said with a grin. She was glad Elsa didn't put up a huge fuss about it all. That was quite admirable actually, the way she had 'lost' and so easily did exactly what she had 'promised'. Especially without, well, being a bitch about it. The dry attitude was something Franklin could easily deal with though. In fact, she didn't really mind it. It was kind of cute, in a very stubborn kind of way. "That's fine; Just think about the fact that I probably have at least ten years of practice on you," she laughed. Not that Frankie would judge her either way. Everyone had to start out somewhere and not everyone was prodigies either.

When they were both in position, Franklin repeated the moves she had from before, this time also in slow motion. She repeated the same moves twice to help the brunette get the motions in. She kept a calm, patient pace going for the other girl and even offered her a smile every time she managed to get the moves right. 

"That's great," Franklin said, smiling. It looked a little awkward, which could either be because she was new to the dance; Which most people would be, or because she was a little stiffer and not used to the type of dance. But all in all, Franklin was impressed.

"Ready to take all the steps into one?" she asked and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. 

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa chuckled dryly as Frankie pointed out the difference in their skill levels. Oh, she was well aware that the other girl had kept it up, and that she'd made this nearly her vocation, where dancing had become something that Elsa only did from time to time to relieve herself of stress. Elsa just had to keep reminding herself of that.

And yes, she was taking all this in stride. Elsa spent a good portion of her time testing other people, seeing their strengths and judging how worthy they were. Hence why she'd set up a bet that she was fairly certain she would use. True, she might not know when having someone who could dance expertly would prove useful, but she wanted to be ready should it come up. If she could pick up a little bit of something to surprise people, so much the better.

So she watched and repeated again, moving as best she could. Yes, she looked awkward, though at least she'd stretched out before doing this. She managed well enough though, and apparently Frankie agreed. Nods were exchanged. "I'm feeling ready," said Elsa. she shook her body out again, rolling a few muscles and testing joints. Again she reached out to actively read Frankie, though she knew that it might split her concentration. Then again, Elsa could always use some practice in holding her ability while moving purposefully, so why not now, when there were no punishments?