Room 316: Wednesday After Classes

[badassprodigy]

Charles Baudelaire once said that genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

Which is why Barry picked the lock to Elsa's room in order to switch out her bed with one he made yesterday in class.

Specifically a trampoline bed.

Hey, there's totally a method to his madness.

And while Elsa was at work he was being mad in her room. Or something.

Whatever. He was switching Elsa's bed out with a trampoline bed.

[Elsa's room modded with permission. If you wish to see what Barry is doing, ping in. Elsa's thread comes in last.]

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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa swallowed and shook her head a little. This conversation wasn't going to get any easier for either of them at this rate.

"No... Not because I threw anything. More because I had no control over when I threw it. Anna getting hurt was just a rude awakening to that."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry shivered a little. Was it getting cold in here? Weird.

"Elsa, I'm a genius. That's not me bragging. My IQ is about 350 and growing everyday," he said calmly. "But I don't understand what you did to your sister that meant you had to keep yourself away from anyone else. You're also not the first person to have hurt someone you've cared about. I want to help you. Can you tell me exactly what happened?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Deep breath, Elsa. Let it all out.

"I have powers," she said, and that was probably the most straightforward delivery of that statement she'd ever given in her life. "Ice powers. They were strong when I was a child, strong enough that we almost lost Anna, and they're getting more powerful every day, too. And I can't always control them."

'Conceal, don't feel' only got a person so far. Oddly enough, she felt oddly serene, telling Barry all of this. Like a little weight from her shoulders that she'd been carrying for far too long.

"I didn't just throw ice at her head. I froze a piece of her mind."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Ice powers?" Barry said in awe. "Holy shit. Your sister... is she okay? Was she permanently harmed?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa shook her head a little.

"No, not permanently. The Troll who looked at her managed to undo most of the damage. She has a lock of white hair where I hit her, but she doesn't remember it, and she doesn't seem to have suffered because of it."

Unless you counted her sister never talking to her again, anyway.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry bit his lip for a second in thought. "Okay. Listen... I might be able to help."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Help?" Elsa gave Barry a sidelong look at that, trying to gauge where he was going with that. "How do you mean, help?"

She'd been offered a lot of help learning how to use her powers, and, while they had all been given with the best of intentions, using them was actually sort of the complete opposite of what she wanted.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I don't know yet," Barry said honestly as he reached into his bag for his tablet and scanner. "But I once built an atom smasher that could fit under my bed. I once transformed my best friend into a dinosaur and turned him back. If I can do those things I should be able to find some way to help you."