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[regina_nivalis]

*The Snow Queen arrives in a swirl of white fur and rush of freezing wind. For once, she seems lees that annoyed that she has ended up in the bar. She picks up a bottle of vodka and a glass and sits at a table in the middle of the room*

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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph, also sitting at a table in the middle of the room - the next one over, let's say - gives her a rather irritated glance.

People with cold powers should keep them to themselves, Steph feels. Well, at the moment she feels that, anyway. She's in a cranky mood.

[regina_nivalis]

*She can feel the heat from behind her and she turns and raises an eyebrow*

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph raises an eyebrow back, crossly.

"What."

[regina_nivalis]

One might ask you the same question. You're radiating distaste.

[i_spoiled_it]

She's about to snap, but she sighs, and catches herself.

She doesn't need any more enemies.

"Sorry. It was just, you're cold."

[regina_nivalis]

Yes.

*She nods*

[i_spoiled_it]

"Are you a waterbender like Katara, then? I saw her making ice. It was totally cool."

[regina_nivalis]

A what? I am the Snow Queen. Ruler of Winter.

[i_spoiled_it]

"...really?"

Oooh.

Steph looks intrigued.

"How does that work, then?"

[regina_nivalis]

I am Queen. I am...the cold. I am Winter for all Earth, for all time.

[i_spoiled_it]

"...doesn't that get totally boring after a while?"

She'd never get to sunbathe!

[regina_nivalis]

Never. Ice and snow are pure and cold is perfect.

[i_spoiled_it]

"But, like, what if you wanted to go to the beach or something?" Steph persists.

[regina_nivalis]

There is very little that is lovelier than snow on sand.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph looks sceptical.

"Sunshine?"

[regina_nivalis]

Hardly. Sun is prosaic. Snow is sublime.