"Woah, slim! Cool the beams! Don't wanna melt the wrong bits!" Scott paused in his work to glower at Logan. "Will you just go chase the mailman or kids on bikes or something? I need to focus!" "You're mistaking me for a dog, walking heat lamp. I am The Wolverine!" Logan growled. A single adamantium blade slid out from the middle of the back of his hand. "Whatever," Scott shot. "Just shut up! Unless you want to explain a human meat puddle to the professor...?" Logan reluctantly retracted and stepped back, the snow crunching under his feet. Cyclops resumed thawing the permafrost with his optic beam, slowly revealing a young Scandinavian woman. Once he had her fully revealed, Storm stepped in to complete the defrost process with a combination of solar and chemical energy. Carefully, she monitored the mystery woman's cellular structure, to ensure damage was not done. ........
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I LOVE THIS IDEA Elsa felt.... disoriented. There was cool air on her face, but the scent was all wrong. Poppies and lavender... it was winter, wasn't it? Something was wrong. She opened her eyes slowly. She was lying on a familiar bed in a familiar room. Familiar. But not the same. The curtains hanging from her bedroom window looked new, but she knew there was fraying around the edges. And the servant walking through the door, her hair was all wrong. She shouldn't be wearing it loose like that. Panicking, Elsa bolted from the bed, leaving a trail of frozen footprints in her wake. Outside her bedroom, there was proof that she wasn't in the palace. The walls were made of gray stone and metal, there were people all around in white coats- where *was* she??? A man in a wheeled chair came forward. "I'm sorry about that. We thought it might make the transition less confusing for you." He waited for her to respond, but all she did was prepare to attack if needed. "Well then Elsa," he continued. "I'd like to talk to you about the X-Men initiative." @VinMcCarthy @Marichel @MichelleHolly @EllieDean want to play?
"Defrosting....I was...frozen?" Elsa's thoughts were slow and tangled as she struggled to absorb the information. He laid a hand on her arm as she started to lift herself up. "Yes, it's imperative that you remain lying down for the time being..." He laid a hand on her arm as she started to lift herself up. "We will begin the first round of operations tomorrow morning. Don't worry, our medical staff is the best in...well, the known "realm". Rest for now."
"2013? Where is that?" Elsa inquired still very confused. Her head was reeling as she thought of the fact that she'd be missing her sister's wedding day. "How did I get here?" Elsa begins to feel a surge of heat before fading back into the blackness she felt she had only just escaped from.
"You are currently located at the Charles Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, I founded this school as a safe haven for young mutants and a place where they will learn to better control and use their powers. I am now inviting you to attend." Xavier pointed outside to a young boy throwing a snowball in the middle of the summer. "His name is Robert Drake and he has powers like yours, I would hope that if you say yes to my invitation that you would become good friends."
Elsa paused momentarily trying to process what had happened since she woke up. She pondered many things formulating a string of inquiries for the man in the wheelchair but found herself only able to ask one of them. "How do you know-" "I'm Professor Charles Xavier and I'm a powerful telepath, I read your mind." He motioned for her to follow him. "I promise all of your questions will be answered in due time."
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