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"Know that they'll be loved." The kind words from the innocent variant Wanda in 838 pounded through Scarlet Witch's head as she began destroying the Darkhold and tearing the temple apart. Pieces of the walls crumbled and rained down overhead. Certainly she could take it down from the outside, but...what point would there be to that now? There was no one left, no one left at all, the children she'd tried so hard to reach were scared of her and they were not hers, either. There was no way to undo all the harm and deaths she had caused. A tiny inkling thought said no, she could too undo it...by making everyone forget it had happened in the first place.
No. That is wrong. I will not. This is the end so I will never hurt anyone again.
"We have said goodbye before..so it stands to reason we will say hello again."
A larger chunk of stone crashed down, and she remembered nothing more.
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"Ice cream!"
"Tree!"
"A...troll?"
"Snack!"
"Cookie."
"It's...not a food..." Elsa sighed. Little Bruni the fire spirit hopped off her shoulder and jumped on Olaf's head.
Anna struggled to hold in giggles. Watching Elsa play charades-or, rather, attempt to do so-would never grow old. Magic or fifth spirit or not, her sister was so bad at the game it was funny. Luckily Elsa was a good sport about it, but Anna wouldn't tease her for it either. Having Elsa visit for a day was not the same as having her live in Arendelle castle. "Do you want to play something else?"
Elsa gave her a look that clearly said what do you think?! Of course I do, but she didn't say anything other than excuse herself a moment.
"Okay. Maybe a board game or something instead when you come back?"
"Sure."
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America unlocked the door to her new quarters in the New York sanctum and immediately jumped backwards when she saw an all-too-familiar figure lying on the floor. Then she hesitated for just a moment before darting inside and closing the door behind her. Thank goodness no one had seen her jump like that. America slowly stepped closer. The Scarlet Witch no longer looked terrifying or dangerous to her. It could be an illusion. Why is she here? She destroyed that creepy temple. And the mountain. Stephen said she was dead.
But it was clear she was not, in fact, dead. She appeared to be unconscious and injured-maybe pieces of the temple had started to crush her and her magic subconsciously teleported her out, America reasoned. That would make sense, but it didn't explain why she was here. Maybe she should go fetch someone. A knock on the door startled her, and she heard Strange saying something about bringing her a welcoming dinner in a funny voice that sounded as if he wanted to give it to her but thought it was unnecessary all the same.
"Leaving it in the hall, kid," she heard, and footsteps began fading away.
America bit her lip and made a quick decision. She could ask Strange; he would know what to do. "Can I ask something?" There was a brief nod. "So like, in theory, what do we do if Wanda came back?"
"She's gone, she won't hurt you, America. Don't worry. Even if she did, she wouldn't come after you again without the Darkhold's influence." Strange gave her an appraising look, thinking that America looked more like she was hiding something rather than that she was frightened. There had also been an odd surge of magic from within the room. "Why would you ask that?"
"Just wondering." America tried her best not to look like she had the most powerful magic user on the planet lying on the floor unconscious in her room. Well, she hoped Wanda was still unconscious. It would probably not be good if she suddenly woke up to find America talking about her to Stephen, not good for any of them. "Like if there was a plan."
Strange stared at America oddly. "I suppose it would depend on her," he said finally. "No prison could hold her, but someone would need to keep an eye on her...behavior." He thought he would probably get stuck with that job, which was not a pleasant prospect, and also even if Wanda was her normal self again anyway, she would not want anything to do with him. It was quite obvious from previous interactions that non-corrupted Wanda still held grudges and definitely blamed him for giving Thanos that time stone. Strange didn't exactly blame her for thinking this-not a day went by where he didn't question his own decision, even if there hadn't truly been another choice-but he didn't want to have anything to do with a pissed-off Wanda, either, Darkhold destroyed or not.
"...I think I would want to help," America ventured. She couldn't possibly stay here, but since-if-she's not all crazy anymore, I could put her somewhere safe somewhere else, right? Like where there's not a her there already.
"Okay."
"That's...it? You're not gonna tell me that's a terrible, rotten plan because she tried to kill me before?"
"No. She did the right thing in the end, and you should trust your gut." Even if I don't want anything to do with her, I shall not tell America not to help someone.
America nodded, said thank you for the dinner, and retreated back into her quarters. Well then. A bit of her thought she should probably explain herself, but even if she wanted to help now, that didn't mean others would after the decimation of Kamar-Taj previously. Whatever disgusting, evil things the Scarlet Witch had done before besides attempting to steal America's own abilities which would have killed her, America decided it would not be fair to expose her presence right now. There had to be some reason her magic had deposited her near America of all people. Maybe it thought its owner would be safe with her, which was a nice thought.
Or it still wants mine once she wakes up, a niggling thought prodded. America bit her lip. That didn't make sense at all either, not after the behavior she'd witnessed in 838. She studied Wanda; she hadn't moved, but it looked like her injuries were already starting to heal via magic. The fact that it was not happening instantaneously now made America all the more certain she was making the right choice. And the black corruption on her fingers was fading even while she watched. It looked like messy nail polish on her fingertips now, rather than the scary black magic corruption from before. I can always go back and check. Or something. Strange had told her to trust herself, trust her abilities. She would do that again now. Instinct said she should stick with her first plan. Besides, Stephen had specifically mentioned 'no prison could hold her', but if Wanda felt horrible enough that she was willing to pull a mountain down on top of herself, then she probably wouldn't break herself out of a prison either. A prison wouldn't help fix anything and she might mess up something else unintentionally in a place like that. America wasn't familiar with 616 lockups, obviously, but if they were anything like those clear research cage things she and Strange had been briefly trapped in back in 838-or worse-that was not going to be helpful. They were scary and made you feel like a fish in a glass bowl being stared at. This would probably cause more messes, not less.
America closed her eyes and opened a portal, carefully considering the main criteria she wanted: that it be safe and take her to someone willing and able to help.
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Anna yelped when a silver sparkling star quite literally appeared to rip a hole in the air in the middle of the library. "...Kristoff? Are...are you seeing this?" She jumped up, staring though the silvery star thing that she decided was some kind of magical portal. It looked like something out of a storybook she'd read as a child. The question is what is going to come out of it.
A girl a bit younger than herself with medium brown skin and black wavy hair stepped through, looking determined and somewhat wary, pulling a limp figure in red behind her. "I need your help. Please."
Anna stared more. A magic portal appearing in the castle library oddly felt less weird than some girl coming through it and then immediately depositing an unconscious person on the carpet. And they were wearing such weird clothes, nothing like anything Anna had ever seen in her life. "I...okay, but how are you here? Who is this and who are you?" Elsa, come back in here. You're the one with the magic, not me! Maybe she found something about weird portals and stuff in Ahtohallan? Wouldn't she have told me if she did, though?
America quickly gave both of their names, and then tried to explain what she wanted. "Can I leave her here? Some horrible stuff happened in my world and it's...not a good idea for her to stay there. I think that she should get a second chance. And she needs magic help." Whatever this world was, it looked like some Scandinavian place stuck in the past, going by this girl's clothing and the room's architecture. When a talking snowman hopped up and greeted her, she felt all the more certain this was a good place. Someone had to have made him, whether it was this girl or not, and if someone created a talking snowman, then that someone was capable of spontaneous creation, at least to some extent. Good.
Anna hesitated and shooed Olaf aside, thinking that something very important was being left out. "Kristoff, get Elsa, please," she said firmly. "My name is Anna," she told the portal-making girl. It seemed a bad idea to immediately share that she was a member of the royal family. Anna did not like that concerned look on the mysterious girl's face. "I, um, I kind of feel like that's not the whole story. Like, not even a little bit."
America shifted her weight from one foot to the other. If she explained everything she knew, this girl might tell her to get out, and it certainly would not help her Fresh Start plan, either. If she didn't, then that wasn't fair to this innocent stranger, either. "It's not. I think that it's safe, but you would need to be really careful and if you really want me to go away with my..." she hesitated, "friend, then I will." She tried to kill me. Not a friend. But...I lost my moms. She lost her kids. Maybe we could've been friends with other circumstances.
"You hesitated," said Olaf.
Anna glanced at the injured guest America had dumped on their carpet. She has really powerful magic. It hadn't been explained precisely beyond the short 'she needs magic help' thing, but there was no reason for this weird situation otherwise. It had to be something that couldn't be handled wherever America was from.
They heard a voice calling from nearby on America's side of the portal, someone asking what was going on in there and if America was okay.
"I...I need to go now before anyone finds out what I'm doing. But I'll try to come back soon, I'll bring money for your trouble, I promise. Can she stay or not?" She didn't know where she was going to get money, let alone money that Anna would be able to use, but she'd figure something out. "She made some really horrible, destructive mistakes here. That's why she can't stay. It's not safe."
"That's...not necessary. She can stay." Elsa would want me to, too, Anna thought. No way would Elsa want her to tell someone to take their friend away because of magic mistakes. "What-"
A relieved 'Thank you so much!' and the portal crackling shut abruptly interrupted the question. Exactly what did she do and what can she do, Anna finished in her head. "Well, I'll ask her myself then," she muttered. Anna knelt next to her guest and simply scooped her up, depositing her on a sofa gently.
Little Bruni immediately turned purple and tiny flames formed on his back.
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Kristoff was still explaining about the weird portal and the two people that had come through it on the way back to the library when Elsa abruptly paused in the hall, her shoulders tense. There's danger. Bruni is frightened, she thought. "Something's wrong in there," Elsa said quietly. "Bruni can't talk to me in words, but I can feel his emotions, and he's scared of something." Without waiting for a reply, she dashed the rest of the way to the library and threw the doors open.
"Why am I here? I was supposed to die! Did you do this?!"
"No! I'm trying to help you! Your friend said your name is Wanda and I'm supposed to help!"
"What friend? You're lying. Lying. I don't have any! They are dead! All dead. They're gone. Lies!"
Elsa had been ready for something bad to be happening, but whatever she'd imagined, it wasn't an otherworldly stranger shouting pained angry things in English with a slight accent she didn't recognize and pinning Anna against the shelves, books tumbling down. "Get off her," she ordered sharply. Blue magic arced across the room, magic that should have tossed the stranger across the library onto a pile of snow. Instead, the person merely stumbled backwards a few steps, turning towards her instead.
Elsa blinked; she could see now the stranger was hurt, visibly healing as she stood there, but hurt all the same. She no longer had Anna against the shelf, but red magic was holding her sister still. Anna appeared more puzzled than frightened. What is that? Not fire. It doesn't look like Anna is injured at all. What on earth happened in here? "That is my sister. She does not have magic. Therefore, she did not bring you here. Release her."
”You have magic. Did you do this?"
Elsa balled her hands into fists. The voice hadn't been audible, precisely, and it sounded like it was behind her now. She spun around, and a powerful force flung her across the room, over a sofa and table and into a wall. Snow. Soften the landing. I can do that. "Anna, take Kristoff and get out of here. Now!"
"I don't want-"
"Now! Take Bruni, too! Run!" Upset or not, Elsa already had zero doubt in her mind that this guest of sorts was stronger than she was. She could feel the magic like another sense, as if it were pouring from an endless, chaotic well of sorts. The second she saw Anna disappear into the hall, she iced the doorway over, and then formed an ice bubble around herself, ready to reinforce it if necessary. I need to talk. Red psionic energy pounded against it, sending tiny fissures throughout the ice. Elsa refreshed the ice and sat up stiffly from her snow pile, her shoulder and side still hurting from slamming into the wall. "Please just listen. Kristoff-that is the man you just saw-said a girl opened a portal. Left you here, saying it wasn't safe for you to stay...wherever she was from." The ice abruptly shattered, sending tiny shards of ice raining down on her and scattering over the floor. Elsa tensed, unsure whether to attempt remaking her barrier or just talk. Not remaking it felt risky, but if she did that, then it looked like she didn't want to talk. Before she could decide, she found herself pinned to the wall, like Anna had been a minute ago.
That makes no sense. Why would America want to help? I tried to kill her. "Why aren't you doing anything? You are holding back."
"So are you," Elsa said evenly. I can sense that much. There's...so much magic there. More than me, much more than Rapunzel.
"I could easily kill you right now. Kill me or I'll-"
"No," Elsa interrupted, biting her lip. She tried to shake her head, unable to do so with Wanda's arm pinning her by the throat. Magic sparked in her palm, ready to attempt shoving her assailant away if she needed to, but not actually trying to yet. "I do not think...that you really want to," she said softly. The arm loosened a fraction, and she immediately ducked away, rubbing her neck. There was no second attempt at choking her. Elsa thought for a moment, wondering what she was supposed to say. Maybe whatever had happened in the other world to hurt Wanda had made her think she needed to lash out. Whatever was in that world must be ridiculously powerful to have done this to her. Elsa thought she was very glad she was not there, wherever 'there' was. Even if I had gone all out magic-wise instead of just trying to get Anna out of here, I...don't think I would stand a chance if she really wanted me dead. Not one bit. "What hurt you?"
Everything. There was no answer other than an odd jerk, as if the question itself had startled her, and green eyes growing bright with tears. Wanda did not understand why some stranger would ask that. Why would she even care? I just attacked her. Nobody cared before, no one came, no one listened, no nothing.
Elsa had no idea what to say next. Any little thing might set her off again, and it was one thing to violently spar with magic herself; quite another to risk putting others in danger too. Anna helped me before. Old memories of the ice palace flitted through her head. Those thugs attacking her back during the Great Freeze with Hans had made her angry and lash out herself. They had dropped a chandelier on her for it and knocked her out. Whatever had happened here was clearly much more violent and extreme, but the principle was the same to her. She spoke slowly, carefully wording her question so that it wouldn't sound accusatory. "Did you perhaps...grow angry with unfair things that happened t-to you and...hurt someone because of it? Perhaps a...magic mistake?"
The instant crumpled expression told Elsa she must be right, at least partly. "Why would you jump to an assumption like that?" came the suspicious reply.
Maybe because I think I see someone like me. Instead of that, because it felt way too personal and she didn't want to share that with a stranger, Elsa said, "You told my sister you were supposed to die. You told me to kill you just now. You're hurt and you lashed out at us for trying to help. It's...not much of a stretch, is it." It wasn't a question. "I think you did something you consider unforgivable and now think you don't deserve anything else."
Nobody understood before. No one except the...other me, the one person who especially shouldn't after what I did to her. "If you knew what I have done, you would find it unforgivable too." You would not want me here at all and I would understand completely.
"If it is so unforgivable, why would someone bring you here? Clearly that person did not believe that, no? Anna called her your friend, so obviously she didn't just bring you here to dump and get rid of you. She was concerned."
Wanda hesitated. Did she want to explain? If she did, this girl would never look at her the same way again. Selfish. Very selfish. It felt awfully nice to have someone be concerned and actually ask what was wrong. Anyone who might have helped her before was dead or otherwise unavailable now. Elsa was even continuing to be concerned after she'd thrown her across a room. It kind of reminded her of Monica back in Westview. Monica had been concerned. She cared. She should have found her and talked to her instead of studying the Darkhold alone under the assumption it would teach her about her own magic. There wasn't no one after all. Monica would have helped, wouldn't she? Or that silly dark-haired girl with the glasses, Darcy. Darcy probably would have been willing to try to help, at least. The third person of that group, Jimmy, might have tried too.
You could have killed Hayward and you didn't, maybe you should have erased that condescending asshole.
Wanda shoved that intrusive thought aside; she hated that man, she did not want to kill or erase him. Better him than those condescending heroes from another universe, she thought darkly.
Elsa met her gaze steadily. "Maybe you would like to freshen up. We could continue talking later," she said now. I shouldn't press, not yet. I need to talk to Anna. Something is very wrong here, she doesn't belong here and it doesn't make sense why a stranger from who knows where would be brought here. Right into our castle, in fact. That doesn't make sense at all. Why here? Is it because of me? Now that magic bursts were not flying across the room and Wanda seemed much calmer, Elsa noticed her blackened fingertips. Magic corruption, the thought came to her suddenly. Elsa did not know much about other magic besides her own, but that helped explain Bruni's fear before too. I'm fine, she 'told' Bruni mentally. She's just hurt, like I was before. Don't bring Anna back yet, though. A nonverbal sense of thanks and contentment came back from the little fire spirit.
"I don't know if the corruption is gone from me entirely. I destroyed the source, but...I don't know." It's not, it can't be, I don't want thinking about erasing people I hate to be all me. Wanda noticed Elsa's gaze on her fingers, realizing suddenly that gone or not, it had faded a lot. That was good. I'm not strong enough to fight that anymore. I can't. Please let it be fading completely. Please. She wondered how to get Elsa to understand that if she couldn't control that behavior again, she probably would not be able to let someone kill her, even if Elsa wanted to. No, the Darkhold is gone. Whatever horrible behavior I do now is a hundred percent on me, not that cursed book. It's gone.
Elsa watched the older magic user closely. Something wasn't being shared, but it would not exactly help to ask further about it now, either. A guest room. I can do that. I need to talk to Anna. Healing capabilities or not, she might be tired anyway. Or emotionally tired, at the very least. Instincts that she definitely could not handle a real magic fight with her guest made her want to be even more careful. Making a magical friend was secondary; keeping her own family and country safe came first. "Let's...start over," she said awkwardly, and introduced herself. "This is Olaf."
Olaf waddled over, giving his normal 'Hi I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs' greeting. Wanda stared at him and then back at Elsa, an unreadable expression on her face. "You created him."
"I did." A worried voice asking what was going on from out in the hall interrupted the conversation, and Elsa heard multiple pairs of feet thumping outside the library. Anna must have gathered guards just in case, or they had heard commotion and decided to investigate. Probably the latter. Elsa inwardly cringed. I can't explain this. My own magical mess ups are one thing, I can't very well explain this. They would probably assume she had somehow brought Wanda to Arendelle, considering she was the only one that had magic that they knew of, besides the trolls and elemental spirits. "Can I trust you to wait here?"
A subtle nod.
"Thank you. I shall be back, I promise. I am going to reseal those doors when I leave so no one else comes in. It is not to keep you in...not that it could, anyway." Elsa thought she saw her guest relax ever so slightly; she still didn't look fine, but this was much better than a few minutes ago, at least.
"I killed people."
Elsa paused at the doorway, her hand on the ice. She didn't turn around. "Do I need to worry about this happening here?" she asked carefully. She was upset and attacked Anna and me. So, an accident. I hope. I don't know what to do otherwise.
"Not on purpose, no," came the hesitant reply.
Elsa turned around now, studying Wanda closely. Not lying. I still need more information, but that's not a lie. "All right. Please don't make me regret trusting you."
"You will, but not about that."
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Wanda did not understand why this mysterious ice-wielding girl sounded like she was willing to give her a chance, and couldn't help suspecting that it was too good to be true. She edged over to the sealed door, listening to the conversation in the hall. The strange little snowman, Olaf, was hugging her leg now.
"I'm fine, Anna. Did you summon all these guards?" Elsa was asking.
"I did. I didn't explain anything, just said we might need backup just in case."
"Everything is fine," Elsa said firmly. "There was simply a misunderstanding of sorts." Without waiting for any replies, she dismissed them herself. Wanda heard multiple feet fading away down the hall.
"You are not fine. You screeched at me to run, there's scratches on you, and you're...standing funny, like you're hurt. And I wish you hadn't dismissed them because I feel like nobody wants to really take me seriously as queen anyway without you here. You gotta either come back to stay and take your old position again, or just let me...do it. Please. I don't have magic to back me up like you do, and nobody thought I was going to have your title, not...not like this. People like me, but they still treat me like I'm just a kid, too. Now they'll think I made a big stink over nothing. I saw you get thrown across a room and it scared me. Not like I've seen other magic besides yours, the ol' trolls, and the elemental spirits, but this...this feels really, really dangerous, Elsa. I don't know what we're supposed to do. Obviously I want to help, but I don't want you getting hurt, either. And the ONLY person here that can provide 'magic help' like that girl America said is you." Anna bit her lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be snappy. I don't want to fuss at you, I know you didn't mean anything by it. Is, um...is everything okay now?"
Elsa glanced back toward the library; she could see a faint silhouette through the ice. It looked like their guest was right by the doorway with Olaf hugging her leg. Probably she's listening. I would, too. “I think so. She didn't really want to hurt us. Wouldn't you be scared too if you thought you were dying and then woke up in some weird unfamiliar place with strangers? I'm more concerned about explaining her presence in the first place than another magic mistake honestly. That's why I said misunderstanding and nothing else."
"I mean, that's easy...Elsa, get rid of the barrier, will you?" Anna poked at the ice and looked back at her sister hopefully. "I have an idea."
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"You are not just well-to-do, you rule this place. You're risking far too much having me here."
"That's exactly why I think we can help. Nobody is going to push once we give a statement, and even if they do, we don't have to say anything else." Anna pushed the library doors closed and leaned against them. "I just...I want to ask two things." She paused, fiddling with her skirt nervously. "First...why would Bruni be scared of you before you even woke up? He turned all purple and flamey immediately and he does that when he's frightened."
The little fire salamander was not, in fact, purple now, but his big reptilian eyes were narrowed from where he sat on Elsa's shoulder. Elsa bit her lip. "Maybe because she has unfamiliar magic we don't have here," she suggested.
"I want to hear her explanation. She threw you across the room without even touching you."
"And I could do the same if I wanted to," Elsa said softly. "Mine just isn't the same kind."
"Well, I know how your magic works. I'm used to you and I trust you. Bruni still looks funny, too, even if he's not purple now," Anna pointed out.
Wanda thought seeing the two sisters reminded her of her own sibling, now gone. Instead of saying this, she merely said, "That creature is probably the smart one. I would never hurt you intentionally."
Anna didn't press about that. I can believe that. Elsa pretty much said as much. “Is it safe for the rest of the people in this castle besides us right now? I...I'm not mad or anything. Well, except for attacking Elsa. I just want to know."
"I don't know."
Anna nodded. "Okay. How far away makes it safe then?"
"It doesn't matter." Fists clenched; eyes shone with tears in the candlelight. Why are you even asking? I should not be here, I should leave.
"Anna. You saw me out of control before. Please don't...don't be mean. I just-"
"She isn't," Wanda interrupted. "Both of you should hope America returns and takes me back. I can leave, stay far away from here. I will not come back. That I can promise." She realized she genuinely did not want to leave, not now, not when there were people there offering help. Maybe simply wanting to stay was selfish too, but she felt so hungry for someone to listen, someone to be nearby and try to help, that the prospect of leaving made her want to cry yet again. I don't want to be alone any more. Pietro would be so disappointed in me, for what I have done. We were supposed to change the world. I did that all right...I ruined someone else's. I made mine worse.
What would Vis say if he knew all of what I did? Or Nat? Wanda suspected they would both be thoroughly horrified but not hate her.
"That's not necessary. You said distance doesn't matter. And you sound like my sister saying she couldn't control her powers before, and she can, so. This is fine too." Anna felt like the 'no it's not safe' probably meant it was safe, or at least much safer than it sounded. "I'll find Gerda. Elsa, can you show her to that room a couple doors down from yours? I know that one isn't very fancy but it's empty and furnished and cleaned properly already. Nobody will intrude since it's on our hall too. I want to tell Gerda what's going on. And maybe Kai, too. They can help."
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Elsa quickly lit the kerosene lamp on the nightstand. Wanda simply watched curiously; this 'not very fancy' room still looked rather luxuriously upscale, but it seemed weird that there were no electric lights in a home-mansion? castle?-like this. No electricity was odd, out of place, and something unfamiliar in any universe she'd seen in dreams before. Between that and the old-fashioned clothing, this place seemed to be in another time from the past, which didn't make sense and would be impossible. There probably wasn't a her alive here at all, which would be a good thing. If there was no her, then she wouldn't be tempted to try to find Billy and Tommy here. She blinked again, realizing Elsa had asked something. The younger magic user was just looking at her expectantly, looking a bit awkward. "You asked something. I didn't hear it."
"I just said there is a bathroom attached to this room through that door," Elsa pointed, "and then I asked if you'd like anything else."
A book. A book about this place. That would help. "Do you have a...history book of sorts?"
"Magic here or my country in general?"
"The latter." She would not look at another magic book, never ever, not unless she asked plenty of questions about it before touching such a thing.
Elsa nodded. "Anything else? Blankets, food? A drink?"
"No. Thank you." The second Elsa was gone, Wanda transformed her red Scarlet Witch suit into a simple hoodie and pants and crawled into the bed, pulling the blankets over her head. The sheer shock of knowing that America had somehow just...deposited her in this weird place with people that asked questions but were listening and trying to understand something unfamiliar, scary, and weird didn't make one bit of sense. Why would my magic even leave me with America and why would she try to help in the first place? It was obvious that America had absolutely NOT explained the gritty, disturbing details of anything she had done, or tried to do. She wondered if anyone else back in her own world knew what America had done, and if they did, if they'd try to make the girl bring her back or if America would get in trouble for trying to help her.
I don't want to go back. I don't care if that's running away from what I did, I don't want to be there any more. If the public had hated and been scared of her before, it would be much, much worse now, and she would completely understand why too. They would want to lock her up or kill her but not actually try to do so because they'd think she wouldn't let them. There was nothing left back there, and she wished the stupid mountain had just crushed her and her own magic let her die in peace. Magic teleporting her to someone wanting to help her had not been part of the plan. A light tap made her jump and peek out from under the covers. Elsa's strange little live snowman was standing there watching her.
"You are sad. Why are you sad? Is it because you hurt Elsa? She's not mad. I think she likes that there's another magical human here," Olaf said thoughtfully. "Do you like hugs? I do. I can share one-"
"You're...real." And existing without a magical barrier or limit of some kind. Wanda reached out a hand and touched the little snow flurry over Olaf's head. If this was possible...could she somehow bring her family back on her own without hurting anyone again, or forcing said family to live trapped inside a hex? That was no life, no life at all, it wasn't normal and it wouldn't be fair. Clearly Olaf existed without any ill effects on his surroundings. Anna was not magical in any way, and she was fine. She herself didn't feel any effect from him at all, other than that he was made from magic, and those guards she'd heard outside the library were fine too.
"I think so!"
I have to ask Elsa about this. She may not know either, but it would be worth a try. I can't attempt anything like that without being absolutely certain it would work. I will not risk hurting anyone again. But maybe...maybe it is possible somehow.