Prom: Appearing

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"You are not my date; you are my bodyguard," Elsa reiterated as she walked into the gymnasium. She'd thought about arriving early, help set things up and all. Technically Elsa should've been, being technically part of the committee and all. But her role in things, especially school things, had shifted abruptly. Nothing would be the same after what happened, and the sooner they got used to that, the better off they'd all be. Still, Elsa needed to attend prom, at least make an appearance. That was her plan: show up, let people see her, then turn around and leave.

At least she looked nice. Arguably she looked better than several people here, since she'd gone less for a prom dress and more for a formal one. Elsa had several of those; benefit of being the Bellefonte who attended all the social gatherings. She'd also had someone do her hair up into an elaborate top bun, which she did as much for show as anything else. It hurt like hell, pulling at her slightly aching head. The headache had, for the most part, dimmed to near nothingness, but nothing made the head hurt quite like having all your hair piled atop your head. No weakness though, not from Elsa.

She adjusted her clutch, looking around the room. "We'll need to talk to people, let them know I'm here," she said, glancing back at Roxana, "and you should look happier, I suppose. It's your prom too. Weren't you nominated for court as well?" Elsa smiled tightly at that, since she knew full well that Roxana had. They were both more or less "better" now though, so sniping at one another had again become okay.

[Roxana Strix]

"Yes I know. You made it clear the first time." Roxana responded unable to keep the small smile off her face that Elsa was so insistent on making sure Roxana knew that she was not Elsa's date. They had been over this already, had they not? Elsa was not interested in Roxana that way and already turned down Rox's invention the first time. For her it had been more so because she felt like she had to make an appearance since she was nominated for a court spot after all; still unsure how that worked, but it was typically that you went with someone to such events. "What I don't understand is why you need a body guard. Concerned about how some of the student might react to seeing the princess that took care of SPECTRE?" Roxana asked in lower tone so that only Elsa could hear her. Yes Roxana was a real life body guard but that part was supposed to be hush-hush. Not helped by the fact that Elsa had said that Roxana had skills in the area when she had assigned Roxana as leader of the protect unit.

There was still a slight bitterness towards Elsa for that, since Elsa knew too much about Roxana and already gave some of it away. Now Roxana was being her body guard, which she did not mind since she was just going to show up to just be there really and then leave after a little while. Roxana looked nice in her opinion, wearing a suit and a dog collar since she always wore one when working and Elsa had her basically working. Either way Roxana did enjoy the trill she got from having to protect someone and after having reported in already she still had other targets to look after but apparently the higher ups were fine with Elsa being a little more of a priority. Perhaps they knew what was in store for one of the princes of Bellefonte and they wanted her to live. In any case it didn't matter since Roxana was still doing her job, just a job on top of that with looking after Elsa.

"Are you implying I don't smile or look happy enough?" Roxana asked with a raised eyebrow as she gave small nod at the question. "Somehow yes, and for the life of me I can't figure out who did it." Roxana said as she messed with her collar a little bit, looking at her still healing hand that was doing better than it had been before. "You wear the dress well by the way Elsa and I know for a fact that I nominated you." Roxana said again in a lower tone as she moved a little closer to Elsa to make sure only Elsa heard her words and then put the appropriate amount of space between her and Elsa that was still good for being able to react quickly and do her job.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"I need a bodyguard," said Elsa, speaking slowly and deliberating, still smiling at people. They looked, at least a decent portion of them did. People recognized Elsa Bellefonte now, and not simply in the "that's Erika's twin, the cold one" way that she'd grown used to. It would die down soon enough, as Elsa slid right back behind her more vibrant sister and the others they had positioned to stand in front. "Because people died when I ordered a small, undertrained group to defend a school against an attack I knew was coming. And there are still those that think SPECTRE made sense, and I'm sure they're... around."

Elsa didn't feel the need to elaborate. They both knew the situation; they both knew where they stood. Ironically, more people knew of Roxana and thought her to be something of a hero because of what she'd done. Hard to forget the lean, ice-blonde who'd led the defense group alongside the prom kind (because let's face it, LaRoux had the crown before he'd donned his shining white armor and thrown himself in front of everyone else). So at least a few of the looks coming their way slid passed the uptight brunette toward her equally uptight bodyguard.

"Yes, yes I am," replied Elsa, keeping her voice level. "And I know that I wear this dress well; I just don't look as good as my sister," Erika was here somewhere with Trevor, flavor of the week that he was. Elsa refused to think of him as more than that until something else came of that relationship. Erika flitted too much for her to think otherwise, loved too deeply. Elsa had been mopping up after the Everett mess only a few weeks ago, after all.

"And so did my sister," lied Elsa, though she wasn't about to let Roxana know that. Instead she smiled and waved. Always smile and wave; that was the real trick for a princess. Smile, wave, and make your way toward the punch table. Elsa thought she caught Frank Cox bounding away from it, all yellow frills and cooing noises, but she couldn't be sure. Frank wouldn't be a good indicator for it being safe or spiked though; the girl would've done either without thinking much on the decision.

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana still did not smile but she would give small nods to people her and Elsa would pass on their little walk around to let the people see you. She didn’t feel the need to smile; she was not here to please anyone here. She did not think she was going to win anything and she was working so why would she smile? Sure for the sake of blending in she supposed she could try and smile a little bit, but she needed to think about something actually worth smiling for. She did small smiles yes, but not too many that had teeth showing. Not that she could not smile like that or anything, she knew how to, she just didn’t do it all that often. Roxana listened as Elsa gave her explanation as to why she felt like she needed a body guard instead of having this be just a chance to hang out or something. Not that Roxana was actually seeking that…fully anyways. “Understandable. I’ll protect you with my life Elsa.” Roxana said, which was always a part of her mission, it was just now a job tacked onto the job she was already doing.

Roxana personally didn’t like that people knew who she was, she was supposed to be blending in, to just be another average transfer student and Bellefonte Academy. She was not longer that thanks to Elsa and the acts that Rox committed during the whole SPECTRE attack. Her only regret would be that she had been assigned to the team in the first place. Things might have turned out differently than they did now, but at least she would not have gotten punished and her job would not have been as compromised as it was now. Yet she could not change what had happened in the past, she just had to live with it and accept it. She could feel the ice on her, part of her not caring, while another part of her felt the need to make some crystal daggers. She instead started to mess with her spiky hair that was now back to its normal white color that she enjoyed.

Roxana shook her head a little at Elsa’s words about not looking as good as her sister; she did know that they were twins correct. “One could argue that you both look equally stunning and for those who could tell you apart could say that you each had your own certain beauty to you.” Roxana pointed out, able to tell the difference between the twins by this point and pretty much as soon as she met them. Roxana didn’t say anything to Elsa’s words about how her sister had done the same. She did not check in on the whole voting thing after she had voted so she was not sure what was truth and what was a lie and she didn’t care all that much. This was just a prom event that was all. It didn’t hold the same weight about it for Roxana like it did for other students. Roxana’s eyes were doing scans of the place the whole time either way and could not help but to smile a little at Elsa doing the whole smile and waving things.

“Like a real princess.” Roxana pointed out as she scanned the punch table and the people around it, feeling that most likely that it had been ‘tainted’. Not that she cared much but she was looking after Elsa and was not sure if she wanted to get drunk or not, yet that might be interesting to deal with. “Willing to risk having some?” Roxana asked as she moved to get herself a cup because she was willing to risk it if it was spike. She could handle her drinks after all.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa snorted as Roxana insisted on protecting her with her life. the snort turned into an outright laugh as Roxana attempted something that sounded very much like flattery. Elsa turned and raised her brows. "You're not my date, remember? You don't have to attempt to flatter me, and stop with the romantic nonsense. It doesn't suit you, and to be quite frank, I'm not interested in hearing it,' she almost never was. Elsa looked around, recognizing a few more people. Seemed like Devyn Solway was there with her date, and they both looked quite exceptional, in Elsa's estimation. She just hoped that they wouldn't paw at each other. She thought she saw Felix running out the door, but she could've been confused.

Roxana ended with a mention of Elsa being a real princess. "I'm richer than some," said Elsa, showing her trademark humility. She moved a little closer to the table, having already decided that she'd need some. She pointed behind her. "Frank Cox just practically skipped in the other direction, which probably means that this punch is very much spiked, and I could honestly use a little alcohol right now."

There, logic. She took a dipper and poured herself a glass of punch, enjoying the taste. She felt a slight burning and sincerely hoped that Miss Cox had put something good and strong in there. A little buzz might do Elsa some good, fight off her headache and stop reminding her that two people had still wanted to take Erika to prom and that she'd apparently scampered off with Trevor Paige somewhere. No, no, she wasn't spiteful that her sister seemed to find lovers under rocks. That would just be petty.

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana gave an eye roll at Elsa yet again pointing it out that she was not Elsa’s date and that she didn’t have to attempt to flatter her. That the romantic nonsense was not needed, it didn’t seem to fit Roxana; in Elsa’s opinion, and Elsa didn’t want to hear. “If you keep saying that I’m not your date you are going to have me thinking that is what you really want.” Roxana said with a small smirk as she just gave a small nod to a few people. She knew a lot of faces here but that was more so because of her job and less actually knowing them on like a friendship basis. All of her targets seemed to be here, the students anyways. She had to look around a little more to see if she spotted any of her teacher targets as well, but for now she had not spotted any. Roxana was on the job anyways so most of her focus was on where Elsa was moving and the people moving around Elsa.

Her eyes scanning every once and a way to see if someone stood out and did not really belong here or in general looked like they could cause a problem. “As for what I said I was not aiming to be romantic or flatter you. I was just being honest.” Roxana said after a moment, feeling the need to point that out for Elsa. Roxana was an artist and certain things to her were pleasing to the eye and she was able to see the small things. Elsa was one of those people she would enjoy drawing; the meant Erika as well, but she had actually already drawn a few images of all of her targets. Of course those were hidden and a few used in her reports. Elsa pointed out that she was richer then some princess and Roxana could not go against that, she had seen some of the figures that the Bellefonte family was making. Roxana glanced in the direction that Elsa had pointed and noted her words about Frank Cox. Yes Frank Cox, a very wealthy girl as well that Roxana knew a lot about too.

Roxana was tempted to comment about that Elsa should be careful drinking because it could get in the way of her judgment. Yet, she didn’t because she wanted to see how Elsa was possibly with less of her skills in judgment. Roxana of course was only going to have a glass herself, she was working so normally she would not drink at all, but it had been Elsa who said that she should at least smile and enjoy herself since it was her prom as well. “I assume you will of course be attending the after part since it is hosted at your place.” Roxana said, but it came off sort of like a question because Roxana was wondering if Elsa was going to show up to that as well. Would she still have to look after Elsa there as well? She chuckled a little at the thought of having to carrying Elsa into her bed and tucking her in. She had to do it in the past for one rich teenager she had to look after a year ago.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"Again: not interested," said Elsa. And to further prove this, she actually let the topic of conversation drop. She kept scanning, looking for people she recognized, trying to figure things out. She figured that they'd be announcing whomever got the crown soon enough, and she'd deal with that when it came. Wait, wasn't that actually supposed to be her job? Elsa frowned for a moment, trying to remember. Ugh, she did, didn't she? That hardly seemed fair, considering that she was actually nominated. Just one more thing to add to the list of things she'd have to do tonight. Joy.

More nonsense about appearances that Elsa brushed away. Erika was the pretty one; Elsa was the smart one, and Elsa liked it that way. She simply looked nice tonight because let's face it, nearly any girl looked nice with enough makeup, and Elsa was no exception. You just had to look at the bounding yellow swirl that was Frank Cox for further proof of that fact.

Drink, punch, and Elsa sighed, enjoying it, letting herself think it had alcohol if only for the pleasant feeling that came with the thought. Then Roxana reminded her of another obligation. "I suppose I'll have to," admitted Elsa. Yet another obligation. Normally Elsa wouldn't mind, but normally she wasn't still recuperating from a rescue mission and spending sleepless nights getting everything together for her sister's new position. "You don't have to come to that though, so you can feel some relief there. I'll be perfectly safe in my own mansion," Elsa said this last with a slight snide tone, before turning to look around. Something seemed to occur to her, and she swallowed, holding a finger to her mouth before looking at Roxana. "is there anyone here that you wanted to see? Perhaps another friend or someone you're supposed to check on?" Because that would possibly give Elsa something at least a little more constructive to do as opposed to simply being.

[Roxana Strix]

Not interested and the subject was dropped. That was all there was to that so Roxana was not going to bring it up. She was just making a point since Elsa had been so repetitive to say that they were not on some date. Roxana had never been asking for one and still was not, she was fine with just doing her job and looking after Elsa. She was still amused either way by it all and how Elsa was so quick to shut such things down. Roxana figured either way that Elsa’s type was probably the same as Erika’s that was just a guess because of them being twins. It was funny how there had been so many examples of twins marrying people with the same name or ending up with someone that their twin had dated in the past. Roxana was a bit curious to find out if the same went with Elsa, but now was not the time for it.

Elsa even turned down Roxana clarifying her point of view on looks, which again was fine and Roxana was not going to make a fuss about it. Saying one twin was prettier than the other was just odd, even more so when they looked extremely similar as Erika and Elsa did. Sure Erika might have had the pretty personality, but in terms of looks they were both attractive young woman. Such thoughts kept to herself since Elsa didn’t want to hear them. That meant most likely that Roxana was going to stay silent on this job and avoid saying anything that Elsa was just going to shoot down or act was not a big deal. Roxana found Elsa interesting either way and just was obtaining more information to add onto her reports which was always a win.

Roxana downed her cup of punch pretty quickly, able to handle the kick behind it and felt fine even with the sensation flowing down her throat and on her tongue a little still. Elsa said she supposed she would go to the after party but said that she did not really need Roxana to go if she didn’t want to. Roxana gave a slight scoff at Elsa’s words about being safe in her own mansion. “If you are confident in the protection the people working for your family can provide you, then I won’t attend.” Roxana said, since if she was not working she didn’t have a need to go to any after party. She didn’t have any real friends and had only gone to prom because she had been nominated for a court spot. She had nothing else to do for the night so if Elsa felt safe in her home then Roxana would leave her be. Roxana looked around again to make sure everything was clear until she caught Elsa looking at her from out of the corner of her eye.

A question about if there was anyone that Roxana wanted to see while she was here of if there was someone she was supposed to check on. “I did all my checks already and since none of my targets are in the same dangerous position as you at the moment, you are top priority.” Roxana pointed out and then ran her hand through her soft hair, enjoying it. “As for friends, I don’t really have any. I think I have maybe two, one not here and the other I don’t see around.” Roxana said since she really could only think of Lily and Luxanna as her only friends and the school so far and even those were shaky. She just seemed to not do as well as she did at her old school with the whole making friends, but it could have been because of the mission. “Anyone you care to check in on? Certainly at least one of those boys you have been hanging out with, yes?” Roxana asked with no expression on her face now, not saying that she was spying on Elsa but of course she had been. It was her job and Elsa should at least know the fact that Roxana was sometimes watching her and her other targets without them knowing.

{100 post for Rox!}

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa nodded, accepting that Roxana wasn't going to attend. She wasn't certain that she actually believed it, considering how well she knew the other girl. She didn't see any reason to call Roxana out on the statement though. If she attended, she attended. If she didn't, she didn't. It certainly wouldn't make all that much difference to Elsa one way or the other.

Of more interest to her was what Roxana said next. She nearly dropped her punch as Roxana said that none of her targets were in as much danger as Elsa at the moment. Elsa felt something icy pour into her heart then. She only vaguely realized that Roxana mentioned not having any friends about, as well as asking if Elsa wanted to check on anyone. She did, but she tabled that for the moment.

"I'm the target in the most danger?" she repeated, turning to meet Roxana head on. "You're serious about that? I suspected that---" she paused, then shook her head, waving a hand. "Don't worry about it. We just need to keep moving around and--" She paused, mostly because she saw another burst of yellow an frills grinning and dumping more alcohol into the punch. Had anyone actually dumped that?

"And we should dump the punch," Elsa finished, sighing and rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. Someone had to be the adult around here, apparently.

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana was probably going to attend, knowing that a few of her targets were likely to show up there and since the punch had been spiked that meant that a few people were possibly going to make some ‘bad’ decisions or what have you. She could care less about such decision so long as her targets didn’t do something that would end up getting them killed or something like that. So she was certain that she would have a quick peek in, possibly harass Elsa to get back at her when she was ‘off the clock’ for the trouble that Elsa made Roxana go through. Well not real trouble, but something like the challenge, which Rox’s did appreciate and knew that it would end up just making her better at her job in the end. At least that was what she told herself a liked to think, even more now that she was supposed to keep a closer eye on Elsa. Roxana only sharing that fact because she figured that Elsa could handle it but based upon Elsa’s reaction she opted to say no more on it.

Yes there was other that could arguably in more danger, like her sister Erika for example since she was most likely going to take over the whole ‘family business’ in a way. What Elsa seemed to be forgetting was that she had planned an attack on a government group; SPECTRE, people died on both sides and even if SPECTRE loss in the end it still caught people’s eyes. Enough eyes for Rox’s company to say that Roxana needed to keep a closer eye on Elsa and basically the Bellefonte. Roxana was personally confident that this was just going to blow under a rug and Elsa and Erika would be fine other than the normal competitors that popped up when big money was involved in anything. There were questions but Elsa ended up just saying never mind. Roxana raised an eyebrow then at the subject change to the whole dumping of the punch.

“So you are allowed to feel a little buzz but no one else huh?” Roxana asked with a small smirk but gave a small shrug to it. “If that is what you desire do as you like, but dumping punch is not really in my job description.” Roxana said simply but if Elsa asked nicely or phrased things in such a way she was likely to help her out.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Roxana didn't jump on the questions. That surprised Elsa more than she cared to admit. She would've thought that the other girl would've leaped at exposing weaknesses or what have you. But perhaps Roxana just figured what Elsa did: that she'd made herself too noticeable a target lately, what with having all but led an attack on a government agency.

Elsa didn't want to think about that right now. She wanted to think about the bowl of punch in front of her. She snorted as Roxana pointed out her hypocrisy. "I'm also eighteen, am fighting off a headache from saving the school, and a goddamn Bellefonte," she replied, smirking at Roxana. She moved over to the punch, leaned over, and gave it a few sniffs.

"So you're determined not to dump it?" she asked, looking over at Roxana. "I'd attempt to pick it up myself, but I don't think I could actually handle it," not without help, and Elsa's mind immediately went to her twin. Strange that she hadn't seen Erika for most of the day. She'd have to ask about that later. She already guessed the answer though, and she didn't like it. Didn't matter: she was here, with Roxana now. She sighed and tapped her fingers against the bowl, before shooting a glare at someone who came close. They backed away without a word.

"Don't we have chaperones?" she asked, looking around. "It's my prom: I'm not supposed to be an adult tonight." she was also supposed to have a date, but no luck there. Maybe she was just the Bellefonte who didn't get what they wanted. That sounded like a fitting description. Joy.

[Roxana Strix]

Elsa had indeed made herself a target and there were eyes on her, one of those being the company Roxana worked for. She just had to keep a closer eye on the one Bellefonte and also keep a few more tabs on her twin sister. Roxana still had all of her other targets so it just meant more work and more hidden cameras and the like in order to keep track of all of them while keeping a closer eye on the Bellefonte twins. Elsa dropped the topic like Roxana had hoped so dropped it as well and focused on this whole punch situation that Elsa seemed to be focused on oddly enough. "Some here are eighteen, fighting off the pain of having lost people they cared about, but yes you are a Bellefonte." Roxana retorted back, but could not really go against the whole Bellefonte name things. She could have said that there were other Bellefonte members around but Elsa knew that and Rox didn't feel like it held strong enough for a counter.

"It's not that I'm not. It's just that it’s not my job. If you ask me the right way I will aid you." Roxana pointed out since Elsa seemed to be missing the whole 'try asking someone nicely' thing that you did when you wanted someone’s help. Roxana was a body guard, not a punch dumper. If the punch posed a threat to Elsa in some way then she would dump it, but the only threat was Elsa getting drunk and possible alcohol poisoning if she drank too much but Roxana doubted things would come to that in any way shape or form. Roxana just messed with her dog collar a little bit as she watched Elsa tap at the bowl and then scare off a student with just a look. "If looks could kill." Roxana said with a small chuckle, amused with just that small little act and then glanced around at the question.

"We do. Leave it to them to take care of this and enjoy the prom that is after all yours. You last one at that even, correct?" Roxana asked, but was more so pointing it out since this would be Elsa's last prom as a senior anyways. She doubted Elsa would stay a student, she probably go off to college or get at job working at the school. Roxana was stuck between going to college or remaining a student again. Her grades were great and she was all caught up, but she was a transfer so it might not hurt to repeat her senior year again, but she was not honestly sure. She was just going to wait until she was given orders on what to do. "You should have a dance, take a seat and enjoy the calm after the storm." Roxana said as she completed the last of her punch in her cup and disposed of it. Not going to get anymore because she did not want to end up drunk.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

"You really want to go there with me, right now?" asked Elsa, looking over at Roxana and quirking a threatening eyebrow. she'd rather focus on getting rid of the punch bowl, even if Roxana insisted on being difficult about the whole situation. Elsa sighed and rubbed at her face again. The looks could kill comment had been deserved, more or less. Elsa had mastered that look at a young age though; at this point, it was almost unfair to keep leveling it at various people.

But as Elsa wondered and Roxana pointed out there were, in fact, adults about. Elsa could've done without the mentioning that this was her prom too, her 'last one." She gave Roxana a withering look at that comment. "I'll probably be back for proms from now until I die,' she pointed out, speaking dryly. Oh, she got Roxana's point. This was her last prom as a student, her last prom as less of an official and more as a participant. Elsa looked back down at the punch, staring at as if it represented her time as a student. The analogy wouldn't hold at all, of course, considering that was a bowl of spiked punch and Elsa's time had been... something. She sighed and shook her head.

"Who would I dance with?" she asked Roxana, gesturing. "It's not as if there are dozens of people lined up to take me for a twirl across the dance floor. No, I'm better suited to be the adult and leave the fun stuff to other people," she sighed and looked back at the punch. If only there was just a way of waving a hand and removing the alcohol. They probably had someone here with that power, sobering or something equally useless in the vast majority of circumstances...

[Roxana Strix]

Roxana just gave a simple smirk as her response to Elsa’s words about if Roxana really wanted to go there with Elsa. Roxana was not scared of Elsa, she respected the girl for her skills, knew what she was capable of, but that did not make her scared of her. She might roll over and obey some of what Elsa told her, but not everything and she certainly was not going to be without her remarks. That seemed to be the norm for them anyways. Hidden threats, short tones, raised brows and daring looks. It was almost as if they were having an all-out war with one another but it was more so happening in their minds or off somewhere else. One word would be one person slicing into another; another word would be arrows flying into the air. Roxana could even picture a whole sort of war with two kingdoms and sending their knights off to battle one another. She was tempted to pain that at some point, and noted it down for something to do when she had a moment of free time.

There was the look followed by words that Elsa was probably going to be back at proms until they day she died. That had not been Roxana’s point but she figured that Elsa knew that and was just trying to have a comeback at the topic. Was it always going to be like that with the two of them? Always commenting back and pointing things out that they probably knew the other already knew as well? Most likely, or else they would run the risk of having nothing to talk about. Roxana did no mind silence when she was alone but if she was around someone she preferred for there to be some form of talking even if it was not around her. She just didn’t like silence when she was around other people and thus ended up wearing headphones if there was. She was tempted to put some on now if need be but Elsa was still keeping to conversation with her so they were not needed. Roxana was set in her way either way to not help Elsa with the punch bowl until Elsa asked her the right way, or at least said please.

There was a sigh and Elsa shaking her head as she asked the question who would dance with her. Roxana was tempted to chuckle at such a question. Elsa had the looks of her twin, personality that was cold, and a look that could send someone running but that did not mean it was impossible for her to end up with someone. Roxana shook her head and messed with her hair as Elsa said that she was just better suited to do the adult things in life. Roxana understood the need to be an adult and do what was expected of you, she knew that all too well. Yet they were still young, youthful, and life needed to be enjoyed while you could. Roxana held out her hand to Elsa, expecting to be turned down, but she learned that it was always worth it to try. “I would dance with you. So long as you are not scared that you are going to start thinking this is a date just because we dance together.” Roxana pointed out, something of a challenge there as she smiled. A mix between friendly and challenging, eager to hear and see what Elsa would do.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa rolled her eyes. "I was pointing out a situation, not dropping a hint that you should be humoring me," she said. She waved a dismissive hand toward the various dancers. "If you're so keen on dancing, get out there and enjoy it yourself. It's your prom too, after all," there, see how she enjoyed those words being flung back in her place. Elsa sighed and reached up to massage her temples. She could feel the headache coming back, but was that because of the conversation or just natural? Elsa wanted it to be the former, but she suspected the latter of being far, far more likely overall.

Elsa sighed and lowered her hands, again looking toward the punch. Right, that, she should at least report it. She began looking around. Several people, most her age. A few thought Elsa looked at them, so she had to smile and wave and be polite. How many of those thought she was her sister anyway? It as only after about a minute or so of looking that it occurred to Elsa that she didn't have to look by herself.

"See if there's an official about," she said, flicking her eyes toward Roxana, "that is, if you're not going to go out and dance. Because we need to at least report that," she waved toward the punch, sighed, and began looking around again. Just how she wanted to spend her prom. Joy.