Elsa (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _white_noise) wrote,@ 2011-06-21 23:31:00 |
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It was long after everyone had gone off to their respective trailers and dozed off. Elsa had waited til she could hear the soft, raspy snoring that signaled her parents had gone to sleep. In her flannel nightgown, she tiptoed out of the trailer she and her parents lived in, off to the truck with the radio she listened to during dinner. Gingerly, trying to make every single move she made as quiet as it could possibly be, she turned the knob that controlled volume ever so slowly until she could just barely hear the sound of music playing. This was Elsa’s routine on nights when she wasn’t tired or relaxed enough to sleep. She sat and listened to the song playing on the radio until it finished and then she went to work.
She sat up just a little straighter and let her eyes close. When she wanted to use her power she found that being focused helped a great deal. Elsa tried her best to center herself and turned her full attention to the radio. Her process beyond that was hard to describe. It came like an inexplicable instinct. It couldn’t be put into words. She simply did a trick with her mind and then suddenly she heard it. Some people called it ‘snow’ or ‘white noise’. It almost felt as if she had simply stepped in between the radio and whatever was transmitting the recording of music, effectively blocking the transmission. She couldn’t help but smile a small bit upon realizing the attempt had been successful. Just as easily as she had interrupted the signal, she pulled back and a second later the music was playing clearly as ever. Elsa repeated this process a few times.
Her power, Elsa felt, was something she could honestly be proud of. In the environment she’d grown up in, the bizarre and unusual were celebrated. It was how her parents had always put food on the table. She never felt like she was worth less because she didn’t have a mutation growing up, but when the ability finally manifested she had been positively ecstatic. Whenever she could, Elsa would sit in front of the radio and practice. She believed firmly in the phrase ‘practice makes perfect’ and perfect was what she was aiming for.
She had been so focused on the task at hand that when there was a light knock on the truck’s window she jumped as gasped quietly. Elsa couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, amused that she was so startled. It was her father standing outside, tapping his wristwatch to indicate the late hour. Convinced that sleep was an integral part of staying healthy, he didn’t like the late hours she spent practicing her power. She smiled in a somewhat sheepish way and nodded, climbing out of the truck without an argument. With him following close behind, Elsa climbed back into the trailer she always slept in and tucked herself under her blankets. There would be time to practice more in the morning.