She can’t believe a horse can be this intimidating. But here she is.

All those back taxes are from my father. Everything I do is above the board, I assure.

She won’t interfere, of course. Any variant of hers must be a force to be reckoned with. They won’t survive otherwise. “Since you’re here for a bit, feel free to dig into the armoury for some toys. Biometrics should line up fine. Passphrase’s our usual tea order.” She assumes it would be the-

“That’s unfortunately not very likely.” Trying to peeer over. “Let’s brainstorm then. Two brains are better than one and all that.”

// No, no. I’m the Most Normal™️ person in the world about Elsa Bloodstone.

// Yes, I will continue to be Very Normal™️ about this.

// (potential Rivals season 5 spoiler) CONSIDER MY NEURONS ACTIVATED

“I mean…I’m the me from this world.” Gesturing around. “This is my house. But perhaps…we can start from your arrival point?” This is more like…Strange’s wheelhouse or something, but she’ll bite. A mystery seems fun.

“Well, I’m just as curious.” Good thing she has the bottle on the table. She’ll pour some for herself. “So…any suggestions on how to start investigating?”

“Hold on…and we didn’t switch worlds?” Yeah, that’s gonna be an interesting case to crack. “Seems like a whole cycle that’s somehow broken when you got here. That we know of. Anything else you know?”

“It’s somewhat new to me, but it’s not the first time. That version of us is a lot more well-versed though.” But that’s…curious. Still, she’d love to help herself. “Strange. Well…we can figure it out, of course. I think our brains put together can get it done.”

“I figured. I did meet another…us? Met her some time ago. Blonde, and get this. Never met father. Works for STAKE, a SHIELD offshoot.” Now that, that was the first time. “But in any case…do you remember how you got here?”

“Spend one week with everyone under the same roof and your opinion might change.” She lets out a hearty chuckle and sips her drink. “But yeah, wouldn’t have any other people to be the family. As for father…” A slight glance at the covered-up portrait at the edge of the room.-

“Had…” The word trails off as she takes the thought in. Much as she finds him annoying, Cullen still means the world to her. “Three, would you believe it? One older, one younger, one chronologically ancient but biologically younger.” Elsa points to the picture placed on one of the walls.-

“Both.” She sits down across of…herself and raises her glass a little. “Many similarities, but probably just as many differences. How many siblings do you have?” It’s probably one of the easiest ways to tell the difference. And usually where the interesting stories start.

“Exactly the answer I expect.” A cheeky grin as she grabs a bottle from the cabinet, pouring two glasses for them. “Much as I hate to tell Adam to get that chair cleaned again, you can sit there, I guess. Bloody hope we have the same usuals.” Walking over to the table.

“None of that is yours, I assume?” Gesturing at the blood as she goes through the liquor cabinet. Good thing this isn’t her first time meeting…other hers, so to speak.

Shower first. She’ll help with the drink later.

Hate when the morning comes It's light that I'm running from Can't fly too close to the sun That's why I'm nocturnal

“Bringing back some Memories, but it really is good.”

“Unfortunately, some of us don’t get the privilege of choosing. Much as it is strange coming from me, some of them are quite decent. Though the scent is something to get over.”

“…generally a problem, yes. Also a valid fear to develop. But one as easily rectified by frequent exposure.”

“Oh bloody—“ Blink. Oh, it’s a costume. “Nevermind, carry on.”

All too familiar sounds, of course. But it never hurts to double-check. This evening’s choice is a lever-action hunting rifle. Elsa peers into the barn, trying to get a good feel of the surroundings.

Mordred’s Causeway opens a portal right behind him, and Elsa steps out. “I heard my name being invoked.”

“I have… Mixed opinions.”

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First of all, in all the cases she used them, they weren’t in active warzones. Second of all, regular FMJs won’t cut it against the things she was facing.

Very, very understandable. Working through biases and preconceptions is a Herculean effort.

Just a joke, don’t you worry. But please, try not to spam me with Scrabble questions. And it does, doesn’t it? Found out this exact shade worked well for me and…kept with it from then on.

“Sounds like a great offer to me. And appreciate it, really.”

Right…I believe you. I charge by the minute for phone consultations, by the way.

Geeeeently bumps @keikawade.bsky.social on the shoulder. “Hey, you.”

“Am I in some kind of trouble? Because we were just trying to help... and it 𝘄𝗮𝘀 sort of a monster-based situation.”

[Slipping a business card for Bloodstone Curios for him.] Here, this should work. If I can help, then feel free to ring me.

“I’ll just have those. And if you ever find any monsters in need of shooting, now you know where to go.”

Truce it is, then. I think both of us could use the little extra peace and quiet, after all.

Not much, really. Just checking to see nobody’s been dragged into the sewers and eaten or something like that. Can never be too complacent in this city.

Can you blame me for being careful? Still, that’s good news for both of us. You don’t start anything, I won’t start anything. That, I guarantee. I’ve had three siblings dropped on my lap with zero prep, some of them literally. I think you’ll be able to deal. Put that very advanced age to good use.

“Elsa Bloodstone,” she offers a smirk as she shows the gun off to Cain. “Bloody well think they probably won’t. Appreciate it, by the way.”

It is a bit of a self-congratulating, too. With you taking care of kids, that means you’re probably going to stay retired, which is good news for the two of us. I have my hands full dealing with two young siblings (and one not-so-very young). Two babies? Good luck, I mean it.

// Just because I’m getting back on here, showing off my giant copy of Monsters Unleashed. Elsa for scale.

That’s the thing about the grapevine, isn’t it? It’s a big bloody game of Telephone. Regardless, ahem. Children. That part is true, yeah?

So what I’ve been hearing through the grapevine is true, then. Much as it feels so out of habit for me, suppose congratulations are in order.

Problems and shenanigans, I’m willing to wager.