[ Hyperfocus is exactly the problem that Elsa has, too. Even with the desire to help Anna and their friends put aside, for someone who has spent her whole life with magic, suddenly being without it seems unthinkable; the desire to master these new abilities is the natural result, and whether she would admit it or not, there's the potential for her to get lost in her attempts to improve. Even the success of the staircase just urges her on to try bigger things— But the little burst of light is certainly noticed, drawing her out of her focus enough that she looks around for whoever created it.
There are plenty of others on the field, but only one looking at her. She's not seen him before, but the awkward, embarrassed expression worn on his face gives him away - as well as gives her an immediate sense of kinship and sympathy. It's an expression she knows all too well, having worn it many times herself when her powers have gotten away from her back home, leaving piles of ice or snow in her wake. And so the smile she offers him as she approaches is something gentle, perhaps almost tentative. Having spent so much of her life behind a closed door, she's honestly still not great at this new person thing herself. ]
That was beautiful. It looked almost like a snowflake.
[ But it was light, wasn't it? It seemed so, with the way it appeared and disappeared in a blink, ephemeral, a lifetime in a single moment. ]
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There are plenty of others on the field, but only one looking at her. She's not seen him before, but the awkward, embarrassed expression worn on his face gives him away - as well as gives her an immediate sense of kinship and sympathy. It's an expression she knows all too well, having worn it many times herself when her powers have gotten away from her back home, leaving piles of ice or snow in her wake. And so the smile she offers him as she approaches is something gentle, perhaps almost tentative. Having spent so much of her life behind a closed door, she's honestly still not great at this new person thing herself. ]
That was beautiful. It looked almost like a snowflake.
[ But it was light, wasn't it? It seemed so, with the way it appeared and disappeared in a blink, ephemeral, a lifetime in a single moment. ]
What kind of magic is it?