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[It’s Friday. Your first week stuck in Doomville is almost up. While Judge Doom’s motive was certainly big, it’s hard to judge, for lack of a better term, if he could manage to change anyone’s past, let alone your own. So maybe you forgot about it, or maybe you’re so caught up with the “what if’s” that it hangs over you as you wake up today.

However, as you leave your dressing room, you may find that the door to Edgar’s Room is mysteriously ajar. While it was open for investigation yesterday, it seems more open than it was yesterday.

Investigate?]

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[... She'd been so certain nobody would go through with it. Especially after yesterday! Seeing a man die like that before their eyes.... it should have shook anyone even contemplating hurting one of the others. But it happened, and now.... they have to solve this? God, this is too much...

But however bad Elsa is taking this, she'll never be too absorbed in herself to ignore her sister. So she follows close behind Anna as her sister goes off, keeping her attention half on her sister and half on the costumes; running her hands over each one, trying to see if there are any marks or damages on any of the clothes still on the racks.]

... Do you think we can do this, Anna? Solve a... a murder investigation?

[The clothes hanging all seem to be in very good condition for the most part, it appears. Although some of them, both hanging and folded, that appear slightly wrinkled.]

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[Strange... it could just be that some of the others were messing around with the costumes during the week, but just in case...

She'll start with the ones on the rack first, pulling them out to examine them more closely. She'll also be checking to see if there any similarities between all the wrinkled clothes. A similar theme, maybe...?]

[The ones on the rack seem noticeably less wrinkled, it appears that someone was messing with the hems of them. And while all of them seemed to have been moved at least a little, it appears that the men's clothing was looked over more closely.]

[Okay, so narrow it down to the men's clothing on the floor. Are they just wrinkled, or is there more to it there?

Also, are there any missing clothes?]

[The ones on the floor appear more wrinkled and thoroughly looked through. While nothing is missing it looks like a deeper investigation has taken place here.

There is a very small suit tucked away near the back of the room, however.]

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[Well that's! Hm. Is there anything odd about the suit, other than its size? And is it small enough to fit Perry, or one of the mice?]

[It's small enough to easily fit Perry. And nothing on the outside appear to be off, but maybe if Elsa looked very closely...]

[Yep, she's absolutely going to look on the inside!]

[Just like all the other ones, the suit has a tag inside it with a name written in marker. Only this one is unique from the others - "BARON VON ROTTEN - PPP"]

[... WELL THEN. That's... not a name she recognizes at all. Odd.

Is there anything else off about the suit? Or any of the other clothes, aside from what she's already seen?]

[Nope! There has to be something pretty special about this, though, considering where it's placed.]

[Where it's placed? Is there anything else around the back of the room, or anything off about the area itself?]

[Guess who else is investigating this room. And, hey, it's that nice royal he had a conversation with from around a door.]

Your m-- Elsa. You -- you holdin' up alright? Find anythin'?

[He looks like he got hit by a truck so they probably feel about the same right now.]

... I'm not, no.

[Elsa's not one to just. Dump all her emotions out right away without a fight. But after what happened yesterday, after this... there's no point in hiding it. She'd look like an even worse person if she tried to say that she wasn't affected by all of this.]

I found several wrinkled clothes, and a bit of a mess... and this. [Ever so carefully, like she was worried she'd ruin the evidence just by touching it, she picks up the small suit, showing off the tag attached to it.] Does this seem familiar at all?

[You know, he's about to surprise even himself, but--]

Yes. I think -- hold on.

[His brain's not working at full capacity exactly but something about this has pinged it. Looking very hard at the little suit he reaches into his own coat and pulls out a folded piece of paper, one of the ones he took from the office desk. On it is a creepy little animal.]

PPP. Right?

[That.... what?]

What is that?

We...

we have to now, don't we? If there's a chance we get out....

[She doesn't like thinking like that. But then again, she saw a man get dissolved and now another was dead.

Hadn't anyone realized that old man's death was horrible enough?]

But what if he doesn't let us go, even if we solve it? What if he just... keeps us trapped here?

[What if they're forced to do this again...]

Is there really any point to this?

["I do what I want."]

I don't think there is a point.

[He...did he really think they had committed crimes? Or was that also part of his horrible scheme? Just a lie to make them want to get out more?

Did...he enjoy this?]

...Elsa. We...I know this is...he's not going to let us go. He said so. Not unless we kill someone. Or unless we find another way.

...

[She goes over, offering Elsa her hands. Knowing her sister is here, and alive...it helps. She also knows Elsa or her could die at any time, now.

Her jaw straightens.]

I won't give him the satisfaction he wants. No matter what happens or what he tries, even if its...the worst thing ever. I'm not going to do it. I can't. None of us can.

[Even with all the time passing since her coronation, good times being around Anna and Kristoff and Olaf and all the people in the castle and in town, Elsa... she's not very good with people getting too near her hands. There's too much lingering anxiety and worry from her years of isolation, of fearing what could happen if she didn't have her gloves.

But all of that goes away with Anna. Anna trusts her so much, to the point where Elsa just can't feel afraid of herself with her sister nearby. So she'll take Anna's hands without hesitation, squeezing them in what she hopes can be a gesture of comfort.]

I know you won't. You're the very last person I could ever imagine doing such a thing. [A pause, then she shakes her head.] No, I can't even imagine it. Not in a million years.

I just... what if we can't find a way out before he makes us do this again? I don't know if I can handle doing this again...

[She hadn't really spent any time with that odd little creature, but that doesn't mean she isn't torn up about what happens. The idea of this happening to one of the people she had been getting friendly with, or god forbid, Anna...

It sends a chill down her spine, one so bad not even her powers could replicate it.]

...I don't know if I can, either.

[Its the truth. If there's one thing that she and Elsa had agreed on, then on out from that day Love saved Arendelle, it was to be as open as possible. Open doors, open hearts. Open and honest words.

At the very least, also, Anna's hands are warm.]

But we'll have to, if it happens again. Somehow. I don't know how, but...somehow.

[And that warmth is what will be keeping her sane through all of this.]

I wonder if there's a way to prevent it.... but what would we do? Keep an eye on everyone? I think that would just breed more paranoia and mistrust...

I'm not sure. Maybe we can...I don't know, cover our ears when that judge talks so we don't listen to what he says?

[There's a pause, and then.... a very shaky laugh. Oh, Anna...]

That might work for us, but I don't think we'd be able to get everyone else here to do it as well.

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