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Elsa backtracked as Draco came from the cave to his full size. When he spoke she replied calmly "I never called myself a dragon, you did." She tried not to be snotty about it but it WAS true what she said. This guy was nuts! Draco huh ? Interesting name. She'd have to look him up when she got home she thought, something about the name sounded strangely familiar. A deep growl rose in her throat as she heard Mark struggling to breathe. This was not happening! She just got him back and she was not going to lose him again!

What gave her the authority ? Well that was a very good question. When he yelled at her she never flinched nor did she back down. She just stared him dead in the eye. Something within her stirred however at his sudden roar into her face.. Her ears rang, but there was something inside that stirred. Something.... strong. Something powerful.

Something beautiful.

When he flapped his massive wings Elsa stood her ground, her glasslike claws gripping the rock under her feet and held her firm as the wind threatened to send her flying. "I may be a young woman before I became this." She said calmly. "But something tells me I have something you do not." She felt it deep within her. Her weapon, knowledge. Icefire! If he wanted to be dominate over her. He'd best think again. She saw he seemed more ghostly than solid like herself, Perfect!

She built it up as she spoke. "Compared to you I may be young. But compared to me, you might be weaker than you think." And those words she roared and let loose her icefire. Beautiful and deadly, firey yet ice cold, the icefire swept forth dirctly for Dracos face. "I will take what is mine." She growled, pointing a glasslike claw at the shards around the pedistal, and also the shard on it her icefire formed a ring around it, keeping the tendrils back from it. "Those wont work for you. They never have and never will. They belong to me. He, belongs to me." Her right hand claws pointed at Mark. "Let. Him. Free!" She let loose with her icefire once again.