The idea of sparring was such an odd idea. In short, it was fighting to learn how to fight. Yet… even now her sparring was useless to her. From this pairing no items would be won, no dignity would be lost, and no land would be overtaken. It seemed fruitless to fight when fighting itself is useless. When would Elsa ever use this? In her homeland, often times it was used to keep the bandits out; or even when the occasional skirmish arose within the ranks of the common folk. Yet here… nothing was ever fought for. Here the strongest were the stealthiest, those who could not hide, did not survive. She should know that, she had been able to slip the armor away from the Basin before they could even think twice.

However, here she was. Elsa was using her time to spar with a woman whose words were fewer than her markings. So maybe, somewhere deep inside Elsa, there was something more… prominent happening. Her home she thought was long forgotten, Elsa thought rarely of her mother and father, and less often of her sister. Maybe it wasn’t gone though. Maybe Elsa was stuck in the sick cycle of her homeland, even when she thought she had fully removed the thorn, the scar would still stay. What she thought was a blank slate, always had the scratch marks from the past.

So that was why miss Elsa was here today. She was stuck in the cycle of training. Elsa always needed to train, just incase one day, she thought she would return home. In reality, this was only a dream locked away in the vaults of her mind. It could never be pulled out, or removed. Elsa didn’t even realize that this cycle was the very reason she was here. She never thought the regimented cycle of her past would have haunted her like it was.

Elsa, however, was keener on why Ophelia was here. This Icy Queen was here, looking for a fight, so what were her reasons? However there would be no answers; Ophelia was too quiet, to reserved, to cold to understand. She seemed to have much less emotion than Elsa, and Elsa almost felt sad for her. To not have emotions was almost worse than being dead, and Elsa herself could attest to that.

Blind to both Ophelia’s inner and outer workings, Elsa could only gauge what was happening as she readied herself to kick and bite at Ophelia. That of course, was a fruitless attempt. Elsa was greeted with nothing but air in her mouth, yet, something felt oddly out of place. Why was she biting at someone who wasn’t there? A brief moment of confusion clouded her thoughts. Had she really been so blind? Did Elsa think that if she bit at air, she would be able to kick at a body? Keeping her hooves grounded, she waited for Ophelia to move. Elsa knew she was not on the left anymore… so where was she?

Speaking of blind, during that moment she heard the White Queen approaching from the left; she flinched, this was very bad news. Did the Queen know about her ailment? Was Ophelia aware that nothing but a sickening blackness could be seen on the left? If she didn’t then she was getting pretty damn lucky with guessing. Something, however, pulled her attention away from her left side.

Up in the air, the most glorious of all companions glittered in the sky. Scales like silver glinted in the sun, and he released the most glorious breath of frost. Elsa wanted to stop, and to watch, but she knew she could not. Instead, she needed to get away from this blind side! Pushing off with her strong rump, she jumped forward, and unknown to Elsa herself, avoiding the hard hooves and shiny teeth of the pale opponent. Although this blindness was considered an ailment to most, her flightiness had saved her from more than one attack.

Her blindness had put space between herself and Ophelia. Taking advantage of the few moments she had, Elsa spun, attempting to face Ophelia, relishing the few paces they had apart. Elsa however, did not want Ophelia so close to her eye again. Attempting to use her magic, Elsa pulled an ice spike up from the ground, trying to pierce the stomach of this white and red mare. A spar without scars is useless; one cannot learn if they do not fail.

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[Summary :: Elsa tries to use her magic to push a spike into Ophelia's stomach from the ground.]

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