Her laughter and happiness was endless. It was amazing how quickly she recovered from her times of sadness and depression. It was in these very moments that she forgot about all the pain and anger that had ever plagued her life. Instead, she was so intent on knocking down the icy branches that nothing else in the world existed. Her clear hooves kicked, hitting nothing but air. She focused, still on her back in the snow, and aligned her hooves carefully with the branches. With one, forceful shove her hooves went flying upwards making contact with a rather large branch. A connection was made, and a large crack echoed throughout the landscape. The next thing Elsa knew, a huge branch was moments away from falling on top of her. With a squeal she shoved to her left side, the entirety of that side now pressing against the snow. The branch squealed and cracked one final time before landing beside her white body with a thud. She shuddered and got to her feet.

Her head spun at the speed of the movements and she swayed a bit. Her eyes readjusted to the new, right-side-up look on life. Not far off, a rough outline of a horse centered into her view. As the fuzz turned to focus, she noticed he was a dark bay unicorn. He was a small thing, well, smaller than her and had the most peculiar horns peeking up from his body. Something odd was perched on his back, but she could not make out the figure.

With a creepy stare she watched him, finally breaking to shake her body. The remaining snow fell around her in tiny piles, returning to the land from which they came. Sometimes she wished she could blend in so easily. She stretched her wings, which now ached from the vigorous burst of energy. Her hooves carried her so she was closer to the stallion and she nodded her head. Not quite sure what to do. One thing she sucked at was talking, whether it is small talk or trying to give a speech. Either attempt ended up as an udder failure. Get it, like cows. They were udder failures. I mean, who carries something around like that on their bellies. She too looked underneath her stomach, making sure she didn’t have such weird appendages. She giggled at this thought as it crossed her head before shaking it again, trying to return to a more normal and proper state. "Hello there. I'm Elsa. Sorry if I was being disruptive, I just have a tendency to get a little crazy in winter." She said sheepishly, her eyes traveling to the stallions rump, focusing on the little puppy-like creature curled up. "Is that a companion?" She asked, her blue eyes moving back to his face area. She remembered the few she had come across, but the creepiest one was definitely the wisp. How is smoke animated?


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"Talking"

Elsa