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Tried to capture the Elsa theme. I'm not very good, but anyway, nitpick away or anything.

Depends. From scratch, recolour, recolour with edits? We'd need a bit more specification if you have something in mind.

(Sorry sorry! I'm hugely busy lately with Christmas and stuff. wrapping presents is fun tho!) Cara's eyes glanced up, taking in the sights of the sorry establishment. "I am Alexa Herra. I have no business with you. Leave me be." She chided, edging slightly closer to the pair beside her. "Forgive me if you already know this, but I am not going to take any chances here. Do not give those people your name." She muttered under her breath, turning round on her heel and walking over to an empty corner, leaning against the wall and fixing her hood.

"I'm able to alter myself and others physical forms. For example, I could increase my strength. Make my body elastic. Smaller. Taller. Comes at a price of causing self injury, requiring drawing blood as well." She then knelt down, picking up a stone and holding it in the palm of her hand. She closed her hand, attempting to crush the stone. She opened her hand, showing it had barely cracked. Then, she brought her free hand to her mouth, biting on the thumb and swallowing her own blood, hating the very taste in her mouth. Then, she quickly closed her fist and opened it a second later, revealing a very fine powder before throwing it away.

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"Not so much murder as the technique used. I do what I have to." Cara replied, giving a small sigh of relief as the ringing in her head stopped, looking back up at the boy. "What do you want?"

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Annie's eyes closed for a second as she endured the pain in her head, the sound racking her brains. "Yes. It was... very impressive. On an unrelated note, can you stop this godforsaken pain?" She gasped out, shaking slightly as she leaned against the wall.

Cara growled lowly. A tricky, crafty power. "I retract my previous statement. I request you appear as a white teenage male. Black hair. Thin. I don't care about clothes." She stuttered out, clutching her head and placing a hand against the wall nearest her.

"Oui, je vais vous aider." She replied with a grin. "Basic French I actually listened to in school. It's a thing of the past now." She replied, dusting her hands and looking at the debris. "I'll help you." She replied, making a small bow before looking outside. "Where do we go now? I'm assuming we aren't alone in this plan."

Cara's eyes narrowed as she clenched her fist. Who - or what - was that? She whirled round, eyes darting around. She eventually stopped, sighing slightly. "Appear like whatever you please. It means nothing to me."

Cara tensed up as she heard the words drawl out behind her, an almost inaudible whisper due to the deafening roar of the crowd. She slowly retreated, trying her best to make it look casual, walking off and looking around. She rounded a corner, and when she was sure she was alone, called out in a steady voice. "Whoever it was that talked to me, appear and speak now."

Annie's fist tightened as she weighed her options. But the more she thought about it, the more obscure the answer became. Sighing, she shook her head and bit her hand, increasing her strength and she effortlessly threw the man into a corner before grabbing stones the size of her chest out of the rubble, even grabbing some furniture and slamming them on top of the man. "Sure. Might as well." She replies to the man with a bitter taste in her mouth. "Tell me about this place."

Cara snorted at the idea of joining a party. Allegiances were nothing more than a target. Just let them freely know where she operates, sounds like a great idea! She sighed, adjusting her scarf as she walked away. She looked around the area, finding a small marble wall nearby to sit on. She hoisted herself up, looking around at the area. She enjoyed the soft breeze of the wind on her cheeks. It helped relax her. She played with her hair, twirling it around her finger as she watched where people went. She heard them muttering to themselves, some positive, some negative. "Why? Why are they doing this? This is just inviting a rebellion." She heard people say over the low murmur. Cara merely continued to toy with her violet hair, a small smirk forming on her dry lips as the sun bore down on her pale cheeks.

Cara Rynguard stood near the outskirts of the crowd, adjusting her hoodie and fixing her scarf to cover her mouth. She kicked the ground, stirring up a small bit of dust as she silently waited for the headmaster to speak. She quickly scanned the area, looking around for any shadows. There wasn't many, but probably enough to escape if things went wrong. She stepped back, rummaging in her pockets, finding a small knife as she waited. She had brought one, just in case something happened. She had things to do and jobs to finish. She hoped this would be quick.

Annie harshly stared at the man, gripping the knife tightly in her hand. She didn't feel safe around this man. The fact he was brave enough - or perhaps stupid enough - to talk to her after seeing such an event... it unnerved her. She hadn't even seen, heard or felt his presence until now. He was probably hiding something. "I trust you have the sense to keep your mouth shut. Keep it shut and you'll be able to live on as if nothing happened. Think of some excuse as to what happened here if someone asks. And believe me when I say that if you speak even a word of what truly happened here, I will hunt you down. Please don't make me kill another innocent soul." She turned around, climbing up onto the exposed wall. Before she left, she felt a twinge of curiosity and turned back. "You. Why did you even talk to me? Surely you are aware if you had said nothing I wouldn't have found you, and my threat wouldn't need to hang in the air."

9/10 aaaaaa so cute :]