Re: Visions of Darkness - Elsa
“I am the one who owes you a debt of gratitude, mister Marcel,” Elsa tilts her head at him, a puzzled look dancing across her features for a moment. “You put yourself in harm’s way to keep me safe, and I am grateful for your kindness and friendship tonight.”
Smoothing her dress, she stands up and wanders off into the kitchen, where she begins to search through the cabinets for soda water. She checks the fridge for lemon, and with whatever she has been able to find, Elsa dabs at the stains on her dress, hoping to get the blood out before it sets.
“As for the other part … We all put on masks from time to time. Especially when we do not yet have trust …” She frowns slightly, thinking back on her peculiar night, and the people that she had met. “It is easy to slip into the disguise of our past selves. I found myself putting on a performance of sorts for your Sheriff, wearing the mask of the person I used to be years and years ago … It is not a lie, but it is also not the person I am now.”
Elsa sighs, fussing with a particularly set-in stain. “Identity is mutable, to some degree … What remains, I think, is the intention of the spirit. And you are a kind man, whatever accent you decide to wear.”