[There's something "off" the moment Elsa starts speaking, an edge in her speech that wasn't there before. Sharp and cold, almost as if it is ready to slash something at any moment. It's not exactly contained anger, but it's the kind of tone that would suggest that her patience is running low.]

I saw it again, black mist climbing over the side of the ship.

[She doesn't know how long it was around, for some reason there's a span of time missing from her memories, as if she had passed out. But as far as she can tell she's perfectly normal so she doesn't pay attention to it. Neither to the horns that she has on her head across her forehead nor to the black colour of her ice dress. There's an exasperated sigh before some amusement slips into her voice and an unseen twisted smile visits her lips.]

And of course we weren't able to do anything about it. No one can do anything, right? How come that, despite having several people being here for over a year, and having access someone who offers at least one answer to a question per week... We know nothing of real value?

Not that I blame anyone... [Though it doesn't seem as if she will be sorry if people interpret it that way.] But it's a fact that we're practically as helpless as when we just arrived. One would have thought we would have made some progress beyond maybe finding a couple of those shards which we still don't even know if they will really be of use. But, alas, that's not the case. We're still nothing but foreign little ducks in a row waiting to be taken down.

[It's hard to say, due the dark amusement in her tone, if Elsa is frustrated by all this or not. Actually, she's not, except for the part of being unable to protect herself or her companions from the effects of this world. The sole idea of her crewmates getting affected again makes her want to stab someone with an ice spear. Several times.]

Anyway, Straw Hats, isn't it a bit too hot lately? You won't mind if I cool things down a little bit, will you?

[Elsa doesn't really wait for an answer, it's a rhetoric question after all. With a wave from her hand the temperature around a large area surrounding the ship drops to deep winter levels. Besides that, caution is recommended around the ice queen, patches of ice making people slip or be stuck in place due ice on their feet are to be expected at the very least.]

Usually at this time of year, I'm starting to get ready for Halloween. It may not be as big in my lands as it is in America, but he and I have a little tradition to scare each other.

Looks like I'll be missing it this year.

Still haven't gotten that brat back for dragging Russia into it last year, the cheat.

[For those on the Gilded Rose, Arthur's in the galley being kinda homesick with a cup of tea. And doodling (on scrap, not in his journal) various plans for a haunted house tailored to scare America.]

[The audio on this post is mostly that of paper rustling as well as a few tapping sounds. Someone is trying to figure out exactly how the journal works.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Isn’t it strange that this book can record what I’m saying, but the locals have never heard of telephones and look at you funny if you try to explain electricity?

...Though they might be looking at me weird because I’m talking into a book.

[Or possibly because he’s wearing his pajamas, which consist of a t-shirt, drawstring shorts, and socks.

He hasn't found anything to write with yet, but he's noticed that the journal has stuff recorded in it already so he figured he'd tried too.]

While I’m talking into...the book, does anyone else listening to this know how to sail a ship at all? Apparently I’m supposed to get one, and I...haven’t the slightest clue how to operate one...I don’t even have a full driver’s license yet.

[After examining the journal she received, Cinderella realized that it could some how play and record audio messages. Which is just fine with her since she doesn't feel like writing anything down. She's way too annoyed for that and she certainly sounds the part.]

Whoever took me from the airport and dropped me in the middle of what looks like the set of a pirate movie, I'm going to hunt down and shove my high heel up their ass. At least they could've brought my luggage with me! How do they expect a girl to survive with out her Versace, Prada, or Gucci!? [Not to mention her spare gun, knife, and extra ammo that were enchanted so that TSA would ignore them were in there. Those would have been very handy in this place.]

If I end up missing Fashion Week in Milan I'm going to be extra pissed. [Well really, she was just starting a mission but no one needs to know that. Still, it will cause a huge mess back home if she were to go missing before she even starts.] I'm a busy woman, so I don't have time for this crap.