<div class="floatleft">(http://pre05.deviantart.net/dc1d/th/pre/f/2014/107/3/8/elsa_portrait___stock_by_mariaamanda-d7ev2om.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Ellen/Elsa<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School-General Hallways<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Playing this deceptive game was more taxing then she wanted to admit. At least when she was younger-actually younger-all she had to do was stay perpetually locked in the tower. Now, she had to juggle regular classes, magic lessons, keeping an eye on that Allison girl (who she knew was really a reincarnated Hans), and also somehow crowbaring in enough time for her to rest and relax. Without enough time to herself, her magic had a way of going haywire...<br/><br/>Like it was trying to do now, as frost began to cover her left hand.<em>Behave!</em>She mentally commanded, and whatever loose magic was flowing stopped immediately. That was the benefit, at least-as her lessons continued, she had been reduced in power, allowing her to keep a tighter lid on things. Not that she was fully barred from using magic. It was acknowledged as "a thing that exists", letting her be a bit more free with her powers than she could back home. The frost faded from her hand, and she breathed in relief.<br/><br/>She was, at the least, a good student. Her time locked away in the tower gave her time to read every textbook her parents could give her. Several times. The homework came easy to her, mostly because she was quite the fast reader. The difficult part was her magic lessons. Despite her astounding power, she hadn't been progressing as much as she wanted to. The professors, thankfully, had been patient with her. One had even theorized that the reason she wasn't getting better like she wanted to was because she was too focused on getting better. She needed, in other words, to let it go.<br/><br/>As she made her way through the halls, keeping one eye open for Allison, she secretly made a little rose, constructed entirely of ice, in one of the flower pots around the school. Some other students had picked up on how these little creations would appear from time to time, and she enjoyed crafting things from her magical, un-melting ice. And what better way to practice then creating beautiful objects out of pure magic?<br/><br/>Still, she needed to get to Yen Sid's room. It wouldn't do to keep her magical master waiting, unless she had a good reason. She picked up the pace through the school hallways, as she didn't want to get that good reason. She was probably going to get that good reason anyway.