Varian feels his chest tighten, painfully. The flash of his memory of that photo is still fresh in his mind; hell, the photo itself remains on his person, folded up tight in the pocket of his overalls. He hadn't yet been able to bring himself to destroy it. He needed the proof that it wasn't something he'd imagined or dreamed...he can see it with his own two eyes.]
Elsa...I had no idea.
[Unsurprisingly. She hasn't told anyone this...he's surprised she even trusts him enough to tell it, after what he'd told her.
A misunderstanding...]
But...you were able to undo it though, right? Surely...
[Surely, they would know what befell Arendelle over in Corona, if she hadn't.]
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Varian feels his chest tighten, painfully. The flash of his memory of that photo is still fresh in his mind; hell, the photo itself remains on his person, folded up tight in the pocket of his overalls. He hadn't yet been able to bring himself to destroy it. He needed the proof that it wasn't something he'd imagined or dreamed...he can see it with his own two eyes.]
Elsa...I had no idea.
[Unsurprisingly. She hasn't told anyone this...he's surprised she even trusts him enough to tell it, after what he'd told her.
A misunderstanding...]
But...you were able to undo it though, right? Surely...
[Surely, they would know what befell Arendelle over in Corona, if she hadn't.]