[elsa crumbles. first, to her knees, then slumps to the floor, face in her hands.
she's not crying. but she's not making any sound at all. her expression, hidden, is unreadable—but the arms taako has his hands on are tense, bunched, unmoving.
it's a long, long, long moment before elsa moves again, removing her hands, eyes damp but not wet, staring blankly ahead. almost robotically, she answers.]
no subject
she's not crying. but she's not making any sound at all. her expression, hidden, is unreadable—but the arms taako has his hands on are tense, bunched, unmoving.
it's a long, long, long moment before elsa moves again, removing her hands, eyes damp but not wet, staring blankly ahead. almost robotically, she answers.]
Yes.
Perhaps they will.