[How fortunate for Elsa then, that she would get the chance to have yet another sleepover. Cassandra never took to the time to have sleepovers. Not much time for them when you're a member of the castle staff. You're always busy, between washing dishes and linins, mending and fitting clothes, and sneaking out on your own time to train and map out Corona's system of labyrinthian tunnels trailing under the island and beyond. Not much time for sleepovers, or friends. Rapunzel had only just talked her into the idea a year ago. Credit where it's due, that mentally prepared her for half a year living in a cramped caravan.
Rapunzel... Rapunzel? That voice, is it calling her?
...No. She knows that voice. That's not Rapunzel. It wouldn't be, would it? But her sleep-addled brain finds it... just as pleasant. There's something here, forming slowly in her mind. Comfortable feelings that she's felt before, just not like this.
Cassandra, whether subconsciously or not, shifts her head. Listening. Searching. Finally, she wills her eyes to open.]
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Rapunzel... Rapunzel? That voice, is it calling her?
...No. She knows that voice. That's not Rapunzel. It wouldn't be, would it? But her sleep-addled brain finds it... just as pleasant. There's something here, forming slowly in her mind. Comfortable feelings that she's felt before, just not like this.
Cassandra, whether subconsciously or not, shifts her head. Listening. Searching. Finally, she wills her eyes to open.]
Elsa...?