Darkness was an inexplicable force.

The way it moved and grabbed souls was actually quite interesting, but her life was much better without it. Since the whole downfall of her life, her once declining slope was finally beginning to incline back into its former glory. All things considered, she had a pretty nice, and quite unimaginable relationship. The darkness that once devoured Helovia like it was a noontime snack had dissipated, and even herd tensions were forced to a temporary end.

It was all too good to be true in her mind. Instead of living a life of darkness and destruction, it left in her wake happiness and fear. Which combination was the better? When nothing could be done but darkness, not one had expectations of her. She wasn’t supposed to act a certain way, and wasn’t supposed to conform, but now….

What had she given up? Now, instead of being able to live quietly on the island and go about her business she felt as if she was being forced into a corner. Instead of throwing caution to the wind, she was so careful as to not cut herself on a nearby tree. It was sickening. Why had fear suddenly gripped onto her mind like a leech?

Too driven by fear and anxiety she dove off the island. Down, down, down she fell. The cold, bitter air of the orangemooon dusk prickled at her skin, a sickly reminder that she still was here, and still had her own freedom.

As the ground rapidly approached, she suddenly flipped, extending her wings as to kiss the ground. It was her way of determining she was still meant to be here, for the ground had yet to claim her. Lifting back into the atmosphere, the clouds blanketed her in the promise of snow, and all she could do was yelp a little in happiness. It was such a stupid thing to be excited for, but her time was approaching now. Her prime, and her life were just mere days away.

So why not wait out the long awaited return in the place it all started.

Trees melted beneath the speed of her flight, looking as if it was a beautiful, flowing river of lush colors of red, orange and vibrant greens. Her eyes watered at the sheer force of the cold wind against her eye, but they were welcomed tears.

But the glorious moment of flight could only last so long, for the promise of darkness and shrouded trees came into view rather quickly. Her wings angled, and down she went, landing solidly on the cold, frosted ground. A smug, relieved smile crossed her face as she entered the densely populated foliage.

There was one place that had caught her attention numerous times, but she had never been ale to really… ingest it. The small pond glittered to the colors of the fading sun, the rapidly declining warmth causing it to breath its last, warm breath before it finally fell silent under the command of the moon. Elsa lowered her head, to drink from the crisp water, and only laugh a little at her own thoughts. She couldn’t help but think of the island now, and how free she felt. Maybe, her subconscious fear was naught in vain, maybe, this was some sick trap set up by the gods.

Being completely alone, this was probably the first time in Elsa’s life she had ever felt contented to stand in the darkness with nothing but herself to be merry with.

"Talking"
[ooc:// open for anyone, this was sort of a muse-maker for me so throw anyone in, just tag me if you reply. <3]

Elsa