Elsa held out her palms in a fighting position, but asked, “Why am I even here?”
Morgan shrugged then fell into a fighting stance, fists close to her chest and legs ready to spring upward if she needed to.
"How should I know? If you are an actual queen, and not just one in title, the ones who run this might see you as a possible threat. They’ve been sending quite a few leaders here."
The crowd cheered as they looked out over the stadium. It was a large, flat area with different platforms that were meant to resemble ruins of…a factory maybe? The entire arena was coated in a thick layer of ice, and wires and other electronic gadgets were scattered about. Sun from the open roof shone on the loudspeaker as it crackled to life and started to describe the two contestants.
In this corner we have Elsa…
But Morgan wasn’t paying attention to that, she was more interested in her victim’s actions than the description they gave.
"I’m giving you the first move, use it wisely."