the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself

[wontflysolo]

Toothless

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[fractalist]

[ Elsa has never seen a dragon. She knows they exist beyond stories and she certainly hopes her new travels will introduce her to one. Actually, she and Anna got into a very long late night conversation about dragons and whether or not it was safe to ride on one. Of course, Elsa cautioned her against it, until she had training of sorts, which shouldn't be terribly difficult being in their position. She knows that sometimes Anna lacks grace and balance, but it would not do to guard her closely just as her parents guarded Elsa when they were alive,

Until they can find a dragon and a dragon riding instructor, Elsa has a few ideas to lift Anna's spirits. That is why she is outside this morning, dressed in pale blues as always, almost floating over the freshly fallen snow and hardly leaving footprints in her wake. With an impish grin, the Queen extends her arms, willing the snow to lift itself up, and she raises her hands, beginning to form the head of the dragon. ]

[wontflysolo]

[ All of a sudden, his ear perks up. Someone's coming, and it's about time Hiccup comes back, too. Toothless hunkers down in his spot, ready to spring on his rider at any moment.

Except... that isn't Hiccup. In fact, that isn't anyone he knows at all, so he settles back down into the snow in disappointment, keeping a wary eye on her. At first, it looks funny how she waves her arms. Humans and their odd habits. But then the snow moves, taking the shape of a dragon, and Toothless lifts his head, eyes growing larger in fascination. A snow dragon? He's seen a lot of dragons, some that even shoot boiling water, but never one that looks like snow.

Curiosity gets the better of him, and soon enough Toothless is forgetting his plan to catch Hiccup by surprise. Taking slow, cautious steps, he approaches the girl and her strange dragon, staring at it. Is it real? ]

[fractalist]

[ And it moves! Not that Elsa would animate it so soon - the princess of Arendelle isn't even awake yet - but the thought is quite tempting. She has grown to be quite proud of her ability to use her powers, often associated with destruction, to create a little life. Olaf is living (?) proof of that and she is glad to have him around. Of course, the royal snowman continues to wait patiently for his friend and Elsa needs to keep busy.

It almost looks like she's dancing, hurrying forward with a short laugh as she makes the creature dip in and out of the piles of snow, as if weaving through clouds. As a little flourish, she makes the tail flick with a flick of her own wrist.

She takes a few steps backwards to admire her handiwork, hands clasped behind her back. ]

[wontflysolo]

[ He's slowly easing his way closer, eyes locked onto the other dragon. He's never seen one burrow that quickly before. What else can it do? Can it freeze things? Is this dragon the reason for all the icicles? Toothless wonders, passing Elsa close by to walk up to it for a closer view. ]

[fractalist]

[ She's so caught up in her work she nearly misses him, but then - ]

Oh! [ It's a relatively quiet yelp so as not to alert her own guards. Not yet anyway. Instead of cringing and turning away, she stands her ground, straightening her posture. Her eyes narrow slightly and, without thinking, she takes a step closer to Toothless. ]

Oh, my. And where have you come from?

[wontflysolo]

[ He doesn't look at her, merely flicking an ear in her direction as he inspects the other dragon. It almost looks like... it's made of snow. Eyes narrowed, Toothless touches his nose to the other's snout, pulling back suddenly with a shake of his head at the cold.

It is snow. He's never seen a dragon of snow, and Toothless is intrigued as he circles, looking it up and down. Can he make a dragon of snow, too? ]

[fractalist]

[ With lifted eyebrows, she chuckles quietly behind a hand. ]

It's not -- [ Now, hold on just a moment. Elsa flicks her fingers and the snow dragon's snout wriggles back, if Toothless can catch it in time. ]

[wontflysolo]

[ He lets out a puff of breath in surprise. Snow never moves by itself, not even with the kids of Berk make shapes out of it. Taking a few steps to the side, Toothless looks between the dragon and Elsa, trying to connect the dots. It only came once she did, and only moves when she moves. Are there strings? ]

[fractalist]

Guilty as charged. [ This is funny. She hadn't anticipated dragons to be so curious, though perhaps this one is different. There are so many stories of their ferocity and majesty -- and while Toothless may be both those things, it is still a rather curious discovery for her. ]

How about ... [ She animates the dragon enough to weave through the snow before touching its snout to the other's. ]

[wontflysolo]

[ His eyes instantly go back to the snow dragon before him when Elsa moves, keeping still as he watches. He's not expecting it to touch his snout again, and he ends up shaking his head again, taking a step back before letting out a small, playful growl. ]

[fractalist]

[ That's it. Control. Control. She can keep the dragon moving without unleashing the full beast upon everyone. The snow dragon starts circling Toothless instead, mimicking his movements from before. ] She just wants a friend, [ Elsa says softly, though she isn't sure if he can even understand her. ]

[wontflysolo]

[ He remains in place this time, watching the other dragon and occasionally glancing at its handler. There are no strings, or sticks, like he's seen the riders on Berk use when mimicking their dragons. Something different is going on here. Turning, Toothless slowly approaches Elsa with his head tilted curiously, looking for an explanation. ]

[fractalist]

[ This is supposed to be a feared creature, but here, Elsa has to laugh quietly, letting her own dragon still before she opens her bare palm. Immediately, the air begins to solidity and oversized snowflakes appear above her hand, dancing over to Toothless to boop him on the nose and melt away. ]

Not a perfect explanation, I know. It's magic.

[wontflysolo]

[ "Magic" is not a word in his vocabulary. But as soon as the snow dragon is still and Elsa produces a large snowflake in her hand, she has his full attention. His eyes follow it until it touches his nose and melts, and in an instant he's on his feet again and walking toward her. Snow is something brought by the clouds. He's never met a human that can create it. It's intriguing, to see a human with that power. She's shown him something, so he should, too. It's only fair. He does so by finding a patch of ground and puffing out a small purple flame, melting the snow in a perfect circle. It's not snow, but that is how he creates. ]

[fractalist]

[ Elsa presses her hands together, resting her chin against them as she watches him in wonder. She is more than happy to put her powers on display nowadays, now that she has more or less achieved acceptance from her people. ]

I've never seen a purple flame before! [ She gasps, tentatively approaching the display from her new friend. ]

[wontflysolo]

[ He sits back, eyes bright with fascination. It isn't often that he uses his plasma blasts for something like this, or... at all, really, outside of battle. And most people that have seen it are afraid, not curious. It will burn if she dares to touch it, but for now the little flame dances on the ground, already starting to fade away. ]

[fractalist]

[ Elsa knows better than to touch, and she can feel the heat close to her fingers, though, but she keeps a safe enough distance. She curls her eager hands, rubbing her thumb and index fingers together as if to replicate the warmth when it does fade.

Finally, her eyes settle on the dragon again, bowing her head. ] A pleasure to meet you.

[wontflysolo]

[ He watches her carefully, taking note of what she's doing. A greeting? He can do that. Mimicking her movements, he keeps his eyes on her, but ducks his head a little. An odd human thing, he supposes, but easy enough. ]