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THE MOCK WEEK

[You find yourself waking in a large dressing room, incredibly spacious, but in intense disarray. The bed is comfortable enough, and each room seems to be equipped with a working bathroom and shower, so it's at least livable. But aesthetically, the place has hit the floor.

The horrifying clock mounted on the wall reads 9 am. After enough searching, you'll find a large tourist-y map of the studio on one of the dressers. An ominous note attached to the map with a paperclip reads "12PM WAITING AREA". It's not like you have any choice in the matter, seeing as there doesn't seem to be any way out.

Upon exiting the dressing room, you note a crooked star attached to the door bearing your name. There are 24 others like this, bearing names that you may or may not recognize. A quick tour around the studio reveals it to be in a similar state of disrepair, but something doesn't sit...right with you. Though the place is certainly creepy, you get strange vibes as you explore the building. As you move about the dust-filled halls of the abandoned building, you may spot movement out of the corner of your eye, or hear strange noises from behind you. It's nothing to be worried about, though...right?

At the very least, you'll find some comfort. The projection room and attached theater still seem to be in working order, though you'll have to manually grab one of the reels off the wall and start the thing yourself. In addition, the waiting area and lounge are both filled with reading materials, and the later features a large stage and a microphone. The commissary seems to replenish itself with food whenever you take your eyes off of it, ensuring that we won't be going hungry anytime soon. There are also cabinets full of ingredients and a small kitchen should you not trust whatever your benefactor is placing out for you.

Fortunately for them, the smaller individuals amongst your party won't find a great deal of difficulty moving around. Though their beds remain oversized, there seem to be appropriately-sized staircases and escalators placed about in appropriate spots, so as to make their lives easier. After all, they can't just keep relying on the others to get up to the cabinets and such, can they?

While you're waiting to find out what the deal here is, you might as well come out and socialize.]

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[To say she was panicking was an understatement.

Really, the first thing that happens is that she bursts through her door, eyes wide, a look of absolutely worry on her face. She's not in Arendelle. She's not at the castle. No no no no-]

Elsa?!

[She's just going to start...trying to throw random doors open. Try looking in, popping her head in, and calling for Elsa. Of all the times to be...well, kidnapped, no other way to put it, it had to be when Elsa was sneezing snowballs!

...

It totally makes sense, really!]

Hello?! Elsa!

[She definitely wouldn't mind the help!]

[One of the doors she opens will lead to nothing but Lord Hater looming in the doorway, scowling at her. He rudely grabs control of the door back from her.]

NO!

[And then he slams the door shut in her face. Was that even his bedroom or did he just lock himself in a closet? Who the heck knows.]

[ w o w

...

Knock knock!]

[He'll open the door again after a moment, still scowling.]

WHAT?!

...Ok.

[Ok, deep breath. Smooth your dress out. Don't yell at...this...person?

Is this a person?]

I'm looking for my sister. Queen Elsa. Have you seen her?

No!

[He's still basically yelling everything he says, but slightly less loud this time.]

I haven't seen anything except a bunch of jerks wandering around some dirty house! What are you doing here, anyway??

I don't know! Why, is this your house?

[Because 1. why did you kidnap her and possibly her sister if those name plates are any indication, and 2. she's not cleaning your house]

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[Behind one of those doors is a man who is definitely not Elsa, and is also very startled.]

Uh, hi...Elsa?

['Elsa' sounds like a name. He'll go with that.]

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[Oh, oops.]

Not me! My sister. Have you seen her?

I don't think I have, sorry. What does she look like?

[She isn't in this room, as it's empty aside from a lot of boxes and some scattered props.]

[Darn.]

She looks like me. Sort of. I mean, my sister, so of course she sort of looks like me, but--she has whiter hair. Bluer eyes.

...

Might...be sneezing sentient snowballs to life.

Sentient snowballs?

[Well that's weird enough, ignoring the sneezing them to life part.]

I saw a door with her name on it earlier, but not anyone that looks like your description.

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[Jiminy quickly has to scoot out of the way when the latest figure nearly tramples him into her search through the rooms.]

Whoa nelly! Play a little safe there, would ya?

[...That voice sounded tiny.

...

She looks down.

She squeaks at the sight.]

[Vaguely offended. He's not that gross! But he's a polite cricket and won't make too much of a fuss.]

Now ain't that a how-de-do! I can't be that much of a sight for sore eyes.

[...too much of a fuss.]

You talk!

...why am I so surprised you talk?!

[Well I never!]

Now come now. I'm an educated cricket and I certainly know how to make conversation. [He didn't exactly... go to school... But that doesn't mean he was a maroon!]

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[Things are looking up(?) for Anna right off the bat! When she leaves the latest room she burst into looking for Elsa, she'll notice the very object of her frantic search standing out in the hall, looking very much like she's trying not to freak out as she takes in her surroundings. Another plus is that the sickly flush to Elsa's face seems to have faded a bit, though she's still looking a bit pale.

... Well. Paler than usual.

Oh, and another plus! When she hears Anna yelling, she spins around so fast it's a wonder she didn't give herself whiplash, and a look of pure relief floods her face at the sight of her sister.]

Anna! I'm here!

[And at that moment, Anna turns. Oh. She's here.

She's really here.

Without a second thought - even though she knows Elsa's still not feeling so great, she knows, but waking up here, not knowing why, is terrifying - Anna runs, setting up for a hug launch.]

Elsa-! You're-!

[All right? Trapped here? Who cares? Hugs first.]

[After thirteen years of separation, do you think really think that Elsa would try and avoid a hug tackle? Heck no! She does brace herself, and still stumbles a little, but the second Anna hits her, she wraps her arms tightly around her little sister.

It's like Anna has a magic all her own, that Elsa's able to calm down so much just by seeing her. She's still worried, yeah, and part of her is even more scared upon learning that whatever awful situation she's gotten herself stuck in has dragged Anna down as well, but... they're together. They're okay. They'll look out for each other.]

I'm okay as I can be, now that you're here. [She pulls back out of the hug just enough to get a look at Anna, quickly scanning her to make sure she isn't hurt. She doesn't see anything, so that's good at least...] What about you? Are you okay, Anna?

[Sister hugs are the absolute best ever! This...this was good. This was great. They can figure this out, right? They can get out of here and back home, absolutely.

When Elsa pulls back, she nods.]

Oh, no--I mean, yes. I'm ok! Really. I was just looking for you.

I'm glad you're all right.

[...She may check your temperature in a little bit though. You still look a little sallow.]

[Elsa huffs and rolls her eyes a little as Anna prods at her, but unlike earlier in the day, she doesn't shake off her sister's worries. Now that she isn't so hyperfocused on making Anna's birthday the best ever... well. She can understand. If Anna had been sick, Elsa wouldn't be able to leave her alone. She can't blame Anna for feeling the same way.]

I'm feeling better now, I promise. You taking care of me and a good night's sleep really helped.

[For the most part. Now that she's not running on pure panic, she's still feeling a bit weak and stuffy, but there's no hint of her fevered delirium from earlier, thank god.]

Whoa! [geeze, okay. You throw open someone's door, don't expect them to not jump out of their skin.

Then she realizes it's just... another redhead? She's fine. It's cool.]

Uh, no... Wendy? Corduroy?

Oh, I--!

[Oh. This obviously isn't Elsa, but.]

Wendy? Sorry, that's your name, right?

Have you seen Elsa?

Uh, yeah? [Nope, sorry Anna. Your sister is in another ~~castle~~ room.]

Elsa... That's someone you know? Yeah, I've seen her.

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