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WEEK 8

[Two months. Two months of being trapped in this mansion. Two months of heartbreak and despair. Two months of wondering if you are all going to die here.

You finally have a real ray of hope thanks to Mr. Walt, but even he claims that it will be a hard journey ahead. You all have to be strong, physically, emotionally, any kind of strength will work against what you're up against. Maybe take the next few days to rest before the long journey, or prepare for the dangers that await, the choice is yours, but...

Will you be able to escape?

8 guests remain]

[ SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY ]

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[Like Lefou, like the others, it had taken longer than usual for Elsa to get up and leave her room - which isn't new, considering how she'd been isolating herself since Anna's death. But this latest round of murders, hit her harder than the last few, as hard as Sophie's death had been. Fiddleford had been a good man, a man so dear to Ford, and Maui... Maui had tried to help her so much. He'd tried to give her confidence in a way not even her own father had done (his encouragement clashed so hard with her father's stern, frustrated demands that she need to learn how to control it! and rang so much louder....) and that... that had helped.

So to lose him, to lose the both of them... it was a hard blow. So hard it was almost noontime before she left her room, and as usual, she headed straight for the memorial. And as usual, she starts with the names first:

Fiddleford McGucket
Maui

... She hesitates, but in letters much smaller than the others, spaced far below (but not far enough that it would cover the elegant icy details she gave the paper after Sophie's death) she writes Jiminy Cricket as well. She almost didn't want to, but... she put Tadashi and Demyx's names on the list. She might as well add his.

For the sculptures, once again they're little replicas of the victims. Maui's is, of course, full of his usual pride; his head thrown back and chest puffed up and arms flexing, as much of a showoff as Maui himself had been in real life. It's a little incomplete, since Elsa didn't know all the details of all his tattoos, but there's at least a tiny etching in the ice of mini-Maui, in the same pose as the statue itself.

And for Fiddleford... she hesitates, because she's not sure if she would be making things better or worse. She knows how much these things can hurt (god, every time she looks at the one she made of her and Anna after her sister's death, that wound inside of her is ripped open just a little wider) but... he and Ford deserved so much more. So with Ford's words at the trial ringing in her ears, the way he called Fiddleford my husband, she crafts a small sculpture of the two of them; both wearing tuxedos, one set of hands clasped together and the others on each others' shoulders, as if caught in the middle of a dance, smiling the brightest smiles Elsa can imagine on both men.

She's definitely a little misty eyed by the time she finishes that one, and when she sets it down and looks at the others, she realizes... well. She kind of made things uneven, didn't she? Some people had little things that reminded her of them, but others had their own statues. So maybe.... maybe she should fix that too.

So she makes more. Sophie, Karolina, and Mulan all smiling and waving. Star, laughing as she sits atop a running (and also laughing) Kiara as Tip runs close beside them. Lea, a mischievous grin on his face as he flashes double thumbs-up. Wander and Wall-E, dancing together as Sylvia watches close by with a smile on her face. It's a little cluster of all their friends, smiling and laughing as they should be now, not dead and buried...

Her tears are absolutely falling by now, and when she sets the final figure down, she'll just. Bury her face in her hands and focuses on steadying her breathing before she just loses it and outright cries.]

[ It's one of those times when she's in and out of her room, and when she sees Elsa so distraught, she panics. ]

Elsa?

[ The worry in her voice is sharp, and her eyes are wide. It's a good thing she's not carrying anything, because she would've dropped it as she runs over to Elsa. Elsa's already been through so much, what could...?

Oh. For a long time, she's quiet. And then... she starts to cry, too. It's a while before she can gather herself to say anything, and even then, her voice is trembling. ]

Elsa, they're... they're beautiful.

[In her current state, Elsa isn't exactly able to be much of a comfort, but she's a solid presence, so she shuffles closer to Namine in case she needs something to lean on.]

Thank you. I... I realized that some of them needed something more. I'm glad it was all fitting for them.

[ She nods, wiping her eyes a little as she shifts toward Elsa. While she'd love to give Elsa a hug--because Elsa needs it, after all she's endured and the things she's done for everyone--she's not sure if it would be appropriate. In that regard, Elsa's kind of like her... or, how she used to be. Naminé had been so anxious when it came to physical contact... so she understands. ]

I think... they'd all really love how much thought and care you put into this.

[ Her gaze lingers on the statues of Ford and Fiddleford, and she looks like she's about to say something... but she doesn't voice whatever thought comes to mind. ]

It's what they deserve.

[A pause, then she shakes her head.]

No... the deserve better than this. But... it's the best that I can do, and I hope you're right.

[Lefou panics briefly when he sees Elsa sobbing in the foyer, but when he comes closer and sees what she's been working on, he stops.

He doesn't fall to his knees, but he does kneel down and scoot closer to her. His voice is thick with tears that are threatening once again to fall.]

...They're perfect.

[He wants to hug her, but instead he reaches out and puts his hand on her back, rubbing her back comfortingly.]

[Elsa jumps a little at the contact, but even as she hurridly tries to wipe her face, she doesn't pull away. If there was one thing this place had been good for, it's that she's much, much more open to this sort of comfort. Even if she still gets a bit twitchy, it's miles over how she used to be...]

I wish I could do more. They deserve it... [Her gaze drops to her hands as she rubs them together.] If only whoever it was behind our capture didn't put some sort of limit on my magic...

[He reaches out and carefully picks up the figure that she's made of Maui, taking back his hand slowly and tracing over the fall of curls frozen in place spilling over Maui's thick shoulders, fingers tracing around the broad, cocky smile, even the little gap between his front teeth immortalized.

It was a striking likeness, but it felt so naked without the tattoos all over that broad chest.]

We're not going to be here much longer. They'll understand.

[He gives her a sad smile.] Besides, the more important memorial is the one we carry with us.

[She can understand how off it felt. She really did feel bad, that Maui's statue was so incomplete, but she'd rather have a perfect likeness of all his tattoos rather than a shoddy job or something flat-out wrong.]

Mm, I suppose you're right... and if we do everything right, if Walt can help us as much as he can... I suppose we won't need these.

[But Elsa is someone who will always drag herself down, especially when she's not feeling too good, so.]

But I suppose you know me by now... I still feel a bit guilty no matter what.

[He almost wants to ask if he can keep it, the heavy weight cool in his hands, but reluctantly he sets it back down with the others. It belongs there, watching over them all like Maui almost certainly was - wherever they all were.]

Yeah, it's- it's hard. [He knows her by now, and he also knows himself. The thoughts that have plagued him since Friday, if he'd been there he could have saved Maui, could have stopped him or at the very least put him out. Even if he'd woken up a little sooner, or gotten up to get a drink, maybe he could have saved him.

But he didn't. And Maui was gone.]

But we're going to make it right. They're counting on us; Anna, and Maui, and everyone else. I still...can't believe we actually have a chance to save them.

[Even though he'd set the ice Maui back down, he reached out again to run his fingers over the almost glass-like curls.]

Can you... make me something?

Of course.

[There's barely any hesitation when she responds. For however much she doubts herself when it comes to using her magic for herself, she'll never hesitate when it comes to helping her friends. As seen by the memorial, or Lefou's vest...]

What do you want me to make?

...I'm sorry, this is going to sound silly. I just...

[Want something to remember him by.]

Would like some kind of, um. Token. [He twists his fingers together.] Like a...small model of his hook, maybe.

[Lefou himself never saw the hook, but everyone else did, briefly. He likes the idea of having something like a weight, something to carry close to his heart to remind him of what he's still fighting for.]

[Ford's already had an emotional rollercoaster of a day, much of it spent avoiding others, but he passes through his foyer on his way back to his room from the lounge, and sees Elsa...crying?

Cautiously, he approaches her, intending to see what's the matter, but he stops stock still at the sight of that miniature sculpture. He doesn't need twelve PhDs to know what it is before he even gets up close; all the air deflates from Ford's chest and he heaves a shaky sigh.]

Thank you. I—it's perfect. Really.

[He may or may not be willing himself not to cry again.]

[It's okay, Ford. If Elsa is crying, you're allowed to cry too.]

I-I'm glad you think so. I didn't... I wasn't sure what to make for him, and I didn't know if this would be okay or not...

[If it would hurt too much or not. God, she knows the statue she made after Anna was killed still hurts when she looks at it...]

[Slowly, with a little creak of complaint from his knees, Ford hunkers down on his haunches to put himself on a level with Elsa. There are tears trickling down his cheeks, now, into his stubble, but he pays them no mind. Gently, he lays a hand between Elsa's shoulder blades, offering a gentle, comforting touch. His voice is just a little creaky when he speaks.]

It's wonderful. Honestly. I'm...very touched, Elsa.

[There's a moment of hesitation before she speaks again, because she can tell he likes what she made, but she always felt a little hesitant when she did something like this.]

Would you like another one? Something small... small enough that you can carry with you?

[They probably won't be able to take the memorial with them, so maybe he can still have a little something...]

[Ford's eyebrows draw upward in surprise, and he looks visibly touched. He perhaps shouldn't be surprised, anymore, that people are willing to do nice things for him, but he is, still. He squeezes his eyes shut briefly and a few tears slip out of the corners.]

I'd love that. Really.

[She might have been watching quietly in the corner, not drawing attention to herself. Very quietly she begins clapping.]

You...that's pretty amazing.

[Anna is such a quiet kid, it's always a bit hard to tell when she approaches. So with Elsa as absorbed in what she's created, she didn't notice Anna's presence until the girl speaks, and she jumps a little in surprise.

Ah, but she doesn't look too upset about that, thankfully. She just quickly wipes her tears away and turns towards Anna.]

Thank you. It... it felt a little incomplete, not having a sculpture of everyone here.

It did... they look all so--[Lively. She cuts herself off suddenly. No. That wasn't right.]--nice together.

[Even if Star was riding the lion. Which she shouldn't do but she can't hold that against Elsa.]

It's how things should be. How it always should have been with us.

[Even if none of this joy and humor could be possible if all of them hadn't been dragged here... but she's not going to bring that up. No need to ruin the image of something she's trying to keep positive.

Oh... but now that she looks over at Anna, she remembers that she never, uh... said something she'd meant to say after the trial.]

I'm sorry if I frightened you at the trial. With... with my magic. [A flash of guilt flashes across her face, and her gaze drops back to the memorial.] I wanted to get everyone's attention, but I didn't want to scare anyone...

[Elsa was right. This is how things should have been. Even if it was impossible here they should have tried harder.

At that she gave a small shake of her head.]

You surprised me but no. You didn't scare me... I was just getting upset.

[With how few people were left in the mansion, sound traveled pretty far. And the sound of Elsa's sobs draws Wendy to the memorials, where she spots Elsa first...]

Whoa, hey. Elsa? Are you o--

[...And sees what she has created second. Whatever anxiety was in her voice disappeared, and her eyes widen as she takes it all in. She steps forward, kneeling down beside Elsa to look over her, and the string of sculptures before them. Friends they loved, and lost. It was clearly eating Elsa up inside, and though she tried to hide it, Wendy too.

At the least... she could put a calm hand on the queen's shoulder, and speak with a quiet voice.]

I bet they'd love this. We'll have to try and show them when we rescue everyone.

[That's right... even not taking her sister into account, so many of their dearly departed had expressed interest in her powers. Star had been so excited when Elsa made an ice rink out of the ballroom, Sophie had such wonder in her eyes when she watched Elsa weave her magic for the first memorial... as much as she fretted about what to make or how it all looked, she knew at least some of them would love to see what she's done.

But that still... makes her a little sad.]

I doubt we can take all of this with us, if we manage to find a way out of this place. I don't know how else they'd be able to see it...

Oh. Well - hey, maybe I can take a picture...

[With her phone. The phone that died last week. That makes her a little sad herself.]

....Ooooor you can just show them! When we save everyone, that is.

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