❄ username.
Cobweb
❄ name.
Elsa (called Elsie by family)
❄ gender.
Female
Dear Diary,
Mama says I have quite a silly quirk. The topic came up when I asked her about the word 'quirk', and she straightaway launched onto the quirk I have.
She said that I like to create snowflakes varying from really complicated shapes to simple, plain designs and attach them to others' fur.
Well, I admit it's true. When I was younger and more innocent, I thought whatever ice I create using my uncommon power was unmeltable, so I created pretty snowflakes to act as 'brooches' for other Simas. Rather stupid of me to think that.
I still do it now. Not out of habit, but because it's quite a funny prank. Imagine: silently I would lightly dust many, many snowflakes on another's fur. Then, as they melt into icy water, it's quite fun to watch them shriek in surprise as their fur stands on end from the freezing water. But I'm kind of unhappy now...so I don't do it as often as last time.
I'll tell you about that time I got a huge fat snowflake on someone's fur soon. It's late now, and I need to sleep.
Elsa
28 July, 2004
"ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｌｏｏｋｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｉ'ｍ ｔｈｅ ｑｕｅｅｎ．"
Personality ❄
Elsa may be immune to the cold ice she creates so freely and limitlessly, but she's very vulnerable to the cold blizzard in her.
Since young, she had always been quiet and shy, the girl who prefers looking at the floor than the sky, the girl who prefers talking to birds than simas, the girl who has no friends but doesn't care.
It's not that Elsa doesn't want to make friends. She would, of course, love to have friends, but she is just that unsociable.
I s'pose you want to know more. Well, I'll just give you the full, detailed scoop on Elsa's personality.
qυιeт
Elsa doesn't like talking much because she cannot express her feelings fully enough just with words. Showing her displeasure or happiness on her face is enough, and she doesn't have much to say whenever someone talks to her. And whenever she wants to offer her opinions on anything, the automatic response would be a sneer, "Oh, look. How surprising - the ice girl finally opens her mouth!" So Elsa thinks she's better off being quiet.
ѕнy
Elsa goes all rigid and tense whenever she has to share her answers in class or when she has to talk in front of many people. She dislikes having more than two pairs of eyes trained on her whenever she speaks, because she would go all awkward and tongue-tied, making her feel stupid. That's also why she cannot make eye contact with anyone without feeling squirmish and uneasy.
ĸιɴd
Yes, once you get to know Elsa, she is kind! She would automatically agree to help you if you ever need help, and will generously offer praise and encouragement if she feels that you are down. She's also sensitive to others' feelings - for example, if she probes a friend for the reason to her sadness and the friend refuses to tell, she would just stop asking altogether because she knows it would only irritate the friend further and possibly hurt her more.
creαтιve
Elsa shows her creativity in the ice sculptures she creates. She has a knack for imagining things and creating unique ideas, and she's also talented enough to convert all these precious thoughts into ice! She can also think of ideas to fix seemingly unfixable stuff, though she usually doesn't share the ideas with others.
ғeαrғυl
Elsa is easily frightened. The sudden clap of thunder will make her yelping, and the prospect of being late for anything sends her reeling and thinking of the consequences. She hates being scared easily, because it makes her seem weak, but what to do? She just has to train herself to loosen the vice of fear. She has quite a few fears that she yearns to escape from too.
Elsa may be immune to the cold ice she creates so freely and limitlessly, but she's very vulnerable to the cold blizzard in her.
Since young, she had always been quiet and shy, the girl who prefers looking at the floor than the sky, the girl who prefers talking to birds than simas, the girl who has no friends but doesn't care.
It's not that Elsa doesn't want to make friends. She would, of course, love to have friends, but she is just that unsociable.
I s'pose you want to know more. Well, I'll just give you the full, detailed scoop on Elsa's personality.
qυιeт
Elsa doesn't like talking much because she cannot express her feelings fully enough just with words. Showing her displeasure or happiness on her face is enough, and she doesn't have much to say whenever someone talks to her. And whenever she wants to offer her opinions on anything, the automatic response would be a sneer, "Oh, look. How surprising - the ice girl finally opens her mouth!" So Elsa thinks she's better off being quiet.
ѕнy
Elsa goes all rigid and tense whenever she has to share her answers in class or when she has to talk in front of many people. She dislikes having more than two pairs of eyes trained on her whenever she speaks, because she would go all awkward and tongue-tied, making her feel stupid. That's also why she cannot make eye contact with anyone without feeling squirmish and uneasy.
ĸιɴd
Yes, once you get to know Elsa, she is kind! She would automatically agree to help you if you ever need help, and will generously offer praise and encouragement if she feels that you are down. She's also sensitive to others' feelings - for example, if she probes a friend for the reason to her sadness and the friend refuses to tell, she would just stop asking altogether because she knows it would only irritate the friend further and possibly hurt her more.
creαтιve
Elsa shows her creativity in the ice sculptures she creates. She has a knack for imagining things and creating unique ideas, and she's also talented enough to convert all these precious thoughts into ice! She can also think of ideas to fix seemingly unfixable stuff, though she usually doesn't share the ideas with others.
ғeαrғυl
Elsa is easily frightened. The sudden clap of thunder will make her yelping, and the prospect of being late for anything sends her reeling and thinking of the consequences. She hates being scared easily, because it makes her seem weak, but what to do? She just has to train herself to loosen the vice of fear. She has quite a few fears that she yearns to escape from too.
ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｇｏ， ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｇｏ！
History ❄
Elsa was born on a exceptionally freezing winter's day in the town of Arendal. The minute she was born, the heavy snow that had been falling relentlessly stopped, giving the townspeople hope that the terrible winter would loosen its icy grip on them.
Elsa was an only child; her parents showered all their love and affection on her. Knowing that little Elsa loved snow, they had a special little snowglobe made for her on her sixth birthday. There was a little figurine of a graceful ice skater in the snowglobe with her arms outstretched as if to catch all the snowflakes that drifted down gently whenever you shook it. Elsa loved that snowglobe to bits; she would not allow anyone but herself and her parents to touch it. It meant the world to quiet, shy Elsa; it was her only comfort and friend.
Elsa considers her life as plain and boring. Nothing exciting happens, and she knows it's partly because of her lack of friends. Sometimes she, in her own subdued, quiet way, tries to join in a conversation or game, and usually the other simas are kind enough to let her join in; but there is always an invisible wall between Elsa and them that prevents her from joining their clique.
When Elsa first entered high school, she was being constantly bullied because of her love of birds, and also because of the fact that she's a loner of sorts, always keeping her eyes on the ground, never making any effort to befriend any sima.
She has always ignored these hurting words, but there are limits to everything...
History ❄
Elsa was born on a exceptionally freezing winter's day in the town of Arendal. The minute she was born, the heavy snow that had been falling relentlessly stopped, giving the townspeople hope that the terrible winter would loosen its icy grip on them.
Elsa was an only child; her parents showered all their love and affection on her. Knowing that little Elsa loved snow, they had a special little snowglobe made for her on her sixth birthday. There was a little figurine of a graceful ice skater in the snowglobe with her arms outstretched as if to catch all the snowflakes that drifted down gently whenever you shook it. Elsa loved that snowglobe to bits; she would not allow anyone but herself and her parents to touch it. It meant the world to quiet, shy Elsa; it was her only comfort and friend.
Elsa considers her life as plain and boring. Nothing exciting happens, and she knows it's partly because of her lack of friends. Sometimes she, in her own subdued, quiet way, tries to join in a conversation or game, and usually the other simas are kind enough to let her join in; but there is always an invisible wall between Elsa and them that prevents her from joining their clique.
When Elsa first entered high school, she was being constantly bullied because of her love of birds, and also because of the fact that she's a loner of sorts, always keeping her eyes on the ground, never making any effort to befriend any sima.
She has always ignored these hurting words, but there are limits to everything...
Anger ❄
I've never felt so alive. The wind whips through my fur; energy surges up from the crackling ice that spreads from my paws that stand on a now-frozen stream.
I laugh, a giddy, happy burst of sound - a rare sound from me. My using of my powers lets me feel free, exhilarated.
Now I walk slowly on the ice I've created - every patch of cold blue I touch glows softly.
I grin, and starts to pick up speed - soon I'm skidding across the ice with no care in the world, my eyes tearing as the cold wind stings them.
A collapsed tree trunk, dead and black, suddenly looms before me like the shadow of a deadly predator.
My eyes widen as fear shoots through me like an arrow. Desperately I try to stop, but it's too late. I went too fast, too carelessly, and now my life is the likely price.
I'm dead.
I bolt upright, hair matted with sweat. I realize that the frantic breathless sound belongs to me; still shivering, I flop back on my pillow and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away the dream.
Just a dream just a dream just a dream just a dream...
Why won't the memories go away? I can still see the dead trunk of the tree...still feel the swallowing fear...
I swallow down my rising panic. Lately I've been having these kind of dreams. It turns out nice and well in the start, and always ends with a disaster.
I take a deep, shuddering breath and sit up again, hauling myself to the bathroom to bathe and wash the dream away.
The hot water scalds my fur but I don't care. The stinging sensation distracts me from the memories. As I soap myself down, I feel much better.
After I step out of the shower, I sigh. Time for school.
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"Hey, look dudes. It's the birdy ice girl!" One of the jocks whispers loudly as I walk into the school. I try to ignore them, but the words bite and sting. They got the nickname from that last time when they saw me with lovebirds and budgies and canaries all perched on my back, while I created tiny snowflakes to drift down in a beautiful dance.
"'Sup, bird-ice-girl! Any chirpy things getting frozen by your terrifying powers?"
I cannot stand it any longer. I whirl around to face the grinning jocks, my teeth shown in a snarl.
"Oooh, look, she's angry!" Another jock laughs. "I'm positively PETRIFIED!" More raucous laughter.
"Shut up." I say, making my voice low and threatening and deadly.
"Whaddya say, ice birdy?"
The anger rushes in one fiery arrow from my head to my paws. They glow blue fire. "Are you deaf? Do you need your ears checked?" With each word, the fire grows hotter and hotter, bigger and bigger. I can't control it; I let it burn on.
"What's your problem, huh? You have nothing better to do than to pick on other people? So just...just SHUT UP!"
The fire of anger seems to dissolve into crackling ice that spread around me and grew into icicles that are sharper than any razor. The anger makes my focus crystal clear.
I am the predator now, and my prey is at my mercy.
I see their fear-infused faces, the shocked gasps of the crowd that had gathered to watch.
I'll hunt my prey down. I'll kill them.
I've never felt so alive. The wind whips through my fur; energy surges up from the crackling ice that spreads from my paws that stand on a now-frozen stream.
I laugh, a giddy, happy burst of sound - a rare sound from me. My using of my powers lets me feel free, exhilarated.
Now I walk slowly on the ice I've created - every patch of cold blue I touch glows softly.
I grin, and starts to pick up speed - soon I'm skidding across the ice with no care in the world, my eyes tearing as the cold wind stings them.
A collapsed tree trunk, dead and black, suddenly looms before me like the shadow of a deadly predator.
My eyes widen as fear shoots through me like an arrow. Desperately I try to stop, but it's too late. I went too fast, too carelessly, and now my life is the likely price.
I'm dead.
I bolt upright, hair matted with sweat. I realize that the frantic breathless sound belongs to me; still shivering, I flop back on my pillow and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away the dream.
Just a dream just a dream just a dream just a dream...
Why won't the memories go away? I can still see the dead trunk of the tree...still feel the swallowing fear...
I swallow down my rising panic. Lately I've been having these kind of dreams. It turns out nice and well in the start, and always ends with a disaster.
I take a deep, shuddering breath and sit up again, hauling myself to the bathroom to bathe and wash the dream away.
The hot water scalds my fur but I don't care. The stinging sensation distracts me from the memories. As I soap myself down, I feel much better.
After I step out of the shower, I sigh. Time for school.
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"Hey, look dudes. It's the birdy ice girl!" One of the jocks whispers loudly as I walk into the school. I try to ignore them, but the words bite and sting. They got the nickname from that last time when they saw me with lovebirds and budgies and canaries all perched on my back, while I created tiny snowflakes to drift down in a beautiful dance.
"'Sup, bird-ice-girl! Any chirpy things getting frozen by your terrifying powers?"
I cannot stand it any longer. I whirl around to face the grinning jocks, my teeth shown in a snarl.
"Oooh, look, she's angry!" Another jock laughs. "I'm positively PETRIFIED!" More raucous laughter.
"Shut up." I say, making my voice low and threatening and deadly.
"Whaddya say, ice birdy?"
The anger rushes in one fiery arrow from my head to my paws. They glow blue fire. "Are you deaf? Do you need your ears checked?" With each word, the fire grows hotter and hotter, bigger and bigger. I can't control it; I let it burn on.
"What's your problem, huh? You have nothing better to do than to pick on other people? So just...just SHUT UP!"
The fire of anger seems to dissolve into crackling ice that spread around me and grew into icicles that are sharper than any razor. The anger makes my focus crystal clear.
I am the predator now, and my prey is at my mercy.
I see their fear-infused faces, the shocked gasps of the crowd that had gathered to watch.
I'll hunt my prey down. I'll kill them.
Doubt ❄
The anger that has overwhelmed me begins to shrink away now. What have I done?
I look at the retreating backs of the jocks, and the frightened crowd that has started to draw back, cautiously keeping their eyes on me. I start to panic, then this moment of insecurity hardens into a spark of anger again. Who cares about them?
Suddenly I feel ill. Those icicles could have...killed them. Though I hate them, I don't want to hurt them.
What have I done?
I turn, and run.
I hate myself for being so weak, for resorting to running to flee from all the problems I left behind. But running is a form of escape, it keeps me sane somehow.
I am not really aware of where I'm running to. I go where my legs take me, and my thoughts are just a jumble of anger and fear and sadness. Soon I realize that I'm somewhere in the forest that surrounds a part of the town. My aching lungs make me slow down, and my pounding heart seems to be the loneliest sound in this forest, fast and desperate, too rapid to match the pace of the crickets' music.
I turn, and realize that in my wild, aimless, desperate run, I've left a gleaming trail of jagged ice behind. Just great. Someone will possibly follow me here. But I don't care; I'll just run away.
Just as I predicted, there are shouts and I hear paws skittering on the slippery ice. Before I let the anger rise in me again, I make an escape.
The anger that has overwhelmed me begins to shrink away now. What have I done?
I look at the retreating backs of the jocks, and the frightened crowd that has started to draw back, cautiously keeping their eyes on me. I start to panic, then this moment of insecurity hardens into a spark of anger again. Who cares about them?
Suddenly I feel ill. Those icicles could have...killed them. Though I hate them, I don't want to hurt them.
What have I done?
I turn, and run.
I hate myself for being so weak, for resorting to running to flee from all the problems I left behind. But running is a form of escape, it keeps me sane somehow.
I am not really aware of where I'm running to. I go where my legs take me, and my thoughts are just a jumble of anger and fear and sadness. Soon I realize that I'm somewhere in the forest that surrounds a part of the town. My aching lungs make me slow down, and my pounding heart seems to be the loneliest sound in this forest, fast and desperate, too rapid to match the pace of the crickets' music.
I turn, and realize that in my wild, aimless, desperate run, I've left a gleaming trail of jagged ice behind. Just great. Someone will possibly follow me here. But I don't care; I'll just run away.
Just as I predicted, there are shouts and I hear paws skittering on the slippery ice. Before I let the anger rise in me again, I make an escape.
Fire and Ice ❄
Panting, I crash into a thick blanket of weeping willow. I glance around the glade I've stumbled into as the rush of adrenaline faded slowly from my paws. This place is beautiful. Healthy green grass and flowering plants. Trees ring the glade, their leaves whispering in the light breeze that has begun to blow.
It's peaceful here. With the wind as my solace and the sky as my roof, I can think properly at last, can escape from the chaos I've created.
What have I become now? A monster who almost kills people? My unique ice powers are known to everyone, because they gather around me sometimes to watch me create ice sculptures and freeze water. I haven't let my powers spiral out of control until today. And the anger that almost swallowed my mind frightened me. It's the first time I felt this fire surge through me.
Deep in my heart I know where it came from. It came from all the negative emotions that built up slowly in me, bit by bit, as I get teased and bullied almost every day. I'm so confused and scared now. I want all these emotions to go away, to leave me alone, to let me be myself!
Another thought scares me. What if this is my true self? Then, I let out a snarl, angry at myself. Why am I resorting to impossible thoughts like this? The anger rushes into me again, and I'm too tired to resist it. I let it rage on, allow it to cover the ground in ice that leaps up in hulking icicles. I stand my ground as the icicles threaten to surround me. Anger makes me strong, and yet it makes me weak.
Anger lights up a tiny flame in the cold, gnawing blizzard within me. Fire is my friend, as well as my enemy.
And now I feel its burning heat as a hot tear slides down my cheek.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Panting, I crash into a thick blanket of weeping willow. I glance around the glade I've stumbled into as the rush of adrenaline faded slowly from my paws. This place is beautiful. Healthy green grass and flowering plants. Trees ring the glade, their leaves whispering in the light breeze that has begun to blow.
It's peaceful here. With the wind as my solace and the sky as my roof, I can think properly at last, can escape from the chaos I've created.
What have I become now? A monster who almost kills people? My unique ice powers are known to everyone, because they gather around me sometimes to watch me create ice sculptures and freeze water. I haven't let my powers spiral out of control until today. And the anger that almost swallowed my mind frightened me. It's the first time I felt this fire surge through me.
Deep in my heart I know where it came from. It came from all the negative emotions that built up slowly in me, bit by bit, as I get teased and bullied almost every day. I'm so confused and scared now. I want all these emotions to go away, to leave me alone, to let me be myself!
Another thought scares me. What if this is my true self? Then, I let out a snarl, angry at myself. Why am I resorting to impossible thoughts like this? The anger rushes into me again, and I'm too tired to resist it. I let it rage on, allow it to cover the ground in ice that leaps up in hulking icicles. I stand my ground as the icicles threaten to surround me. Anger makes me strong, and yet it makes me weak.
Anger lights up a tiny flame in the cold, gnawing blizzard within me. Fire is my friend, as well as my enemy.
And now I feel its burning heat as a hot tear slides down my cheek.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Likes
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{Her ice powers
Elsa loves the tingling feeling that makes her feel free and relaxed whenever she uses her powers. She also loves how her unique power allows her to create anything and everything, and also garners her a sort of respect whenever a crowd presses in around her just to watch her build up little ice sculptures.
{Her snowglobe
The first friend Elsa ever had, the little snowglobe means millions of things to her. She always cradles it if she is feeling sad, and not one speck of dust will ever be seen on the glass globe because Elsa dutifully polishes and cleans it every day. This is more than a habit - it's part of Elsa's daily routine now, and is also a comforting act she loves.
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{Her ice powers
Elsa loves the tingling feeling that makes her feel free and relaxed whenever she uses her powers. She also loves how her unique power allows her to create anything and everything, and also garners her a sort of respect whenever a crowd presses in around her just to watch her build up little ice sculptures.
{Her snowglobe
The first friend Elsa ever had, the little snowglobe means millions of things to her. She always cradles it if she is feeling sad, and not one speck of dust will ever be seen on the glass globe because Elsa dutifully polishes and cleans it every day. This is more than a habit - it's part of Elsa's daily routine now, and is also a comforting act she loves.
{Birds
Elsa's great love for all feathered creatures came from her father. Together, she and her father converted the attic into a playroom for the lovebirds and budgies they had adopted from the local pet rescue, and every day Elsa goes up to play with them without fail.
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Dislikes
{Being judged for who she is
No one likes being unfairly judged, especially Elsa. She is constantly being tormented by others who tease her for having an atticful of birds. She mostly ignores these words, but what hurts her most of all is when people say that she has contracted rabies even though it's impossible for birds to get rabies, making her feel hated and unwanted.
{Anger
Though anger makes Elsa strong, she dislikes it because when she's angry, she cannot control her emotions and often lets her powers spiral out of control. She hates it when she almost hurts someone just because she cannot tame anger; so when she feels just a spark of anger, she would try to calm down but her efforts are usually in vain.
{Being judged for who she is
No one likes being unfairly judged, especially Elsa. She is constantly being tormented by others who tease her for having an atticful of birds. She mostly ignores these words, but what hurts her most of all is when people say that she has contracted rabies even though it's impossible for birds to get rabies, making her feel hated and unwanted.
{Anger
Though anger makes Elsa strong, she dislikes it because when she's angry, she cannot control her emotions and often lets her powers spiral out of control. She hates it when she almost hurts someone just because she cannot tame anger; so when she feels just a spark of anger, she would try to calm down but her efforts are usually in vain.
Afternote
After reading my form, I think you most probably wanna know why I wanted Elsa and why in the world is there so much text in my form and only a few pieces of art (hehe, sorry if I burned your eyes xP).
I really, really wanted Elsa because of her design and appearance. Her design is simple, yet complexity is shown in the swirls and the little snowflakes on her cheek, her shoulder, etc. She would be really easy and fun for me to draw.
Another important reason why I wanted her is because of the character she's based after: Frozen's Queen Elsa. I loved how she was portrayed as being strong, yet vulnerable to the "swirling storm inside her", as the lyrics in the movie's hit song Let it Go said. I hope the three chapters of her emotions I wrote allowed you to feel as I imagined this lovely sima version of Elsa felt when she was being bullied and judged.
Now, for the reason why there are walls of text. I wanted to give Elsa a full-rounded personality and let you find out other tiny details about Elsa I smuggled into the personality, history etc. I wrote. The art is there as a relief for your eyes (huehue).
If I win Elsa, she would be my first sima and will be treasured greatly by me. I will find her a mate (though she cannot breed), and involve her in RPs and well, you name it.
If I don't win her, I would still treat her as something special, perhaps making fan art of her often.
I spent every minute I can working tirelessly on my form, often working late into the night, writing and re-writing bits and pieces, hoping to come up with a form good enough to show you how special she is to me.
Thank you!
After reading my form, I think you most probably wanna know why I wanted Elsa and why in the world is there so much text in my form and only a few pieces of art (hehe, sorry if I burned your eyes xP).
I really, really wanted Elsa because of her design and appearance. Her design is simple, yet complexity is shown in the swirls and the little snowflakes on her cheek, her shoulder, etc. She would be really easy and fun for me to draw.
Another important reason why I wanted her is because of the character she's based after: Frozen's Queen Elsa. I loved how she was portrayed as being strong, yet vulnerable to the "swirling storm inside her", as the lyrics in the movie's hit song Let it Go said. I hope the three chapters of her emotions I wrote allowed you to feel as I imagined this lovely sima version of Elsa felt when she was being bullied and judged.
Now, for the reason why there are walls of text. I wanted to give Elsa a full-rounded personality and let you find out other tiny details about Elsa I smuggled into the personality, history etc. I wrote. The art is there as a relief for your eyes (huehue).
If I win Elsa, she would be my first sima and will be treasured greatly by me. I will find her a mate (though she cannot breed), and involve her in RPs and well, you name it.
If I don't win her, I would still treat her as something special, perhaps making fan art of her often.
I spent every minute I can working tirelessly on my form, often working late into the night, writing and re-writing bits and pieces, hoping to come up with a form good enough to show you how special she is to me.
Thank you!
I loved her so so much!
