Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

Swallowing defeat was horrible. It drug down her throat like claws, tearing it apart as it went. Limping away from them all, from Oxy, it was just horrifying. The closest place she could go to relax was the Heavenly Fields. The name was different now, because there was nothing angelic about this place anymore. Instead of harboring growing beauty, everything seemed dead and decaying. Even as the lush fall grasses faded to cool mountainous air, everything was becoming more surreal. In the heat of battle, she had understood, and believed what was happening. Now, with the past behind her, she almost thought it to be a dream. She was far too dazed to even comprehend the gathering group at the top of the slope.

She nearly ran into them before she noticed them. Stopping abruptly, she stood dumfounded in a group of unicorns. She didn't see anything except the haze of horns and silence. Blinking a few times, reality began to settle in. The fog was slowly lifting, and finally familiar faces began forming. Africa was there, and something seemed off. Rostislav, the usually cocky legatus, seemed to be anchored in place by some force. There was Midas too, lying upon the ground.

Wait.

Midas? Suddenly she shoved her way through, refusing to let anyone get in her way as she went to him. He had left them. And now he was here sleeping among unicorns? Words of anger tipped at her tongue, only to find that the burns she wanted to throw were already seared into his body. Everything stopped then, and Elsa's breath hitched for a moment as she stopped. Her muscles began to contract, the juxtaposition of anger against intense sadness causing every muscle to vibrate. She was literally shaking, her nose lowering only slightly to make sure that it wasn't her blind eye playing tricks.

Midas was dead.

So this is why he was gone all along. The goddamn Basin knew about the invasion and took him. They couldn't even have the decency to keep him alive? Her shoulders lurched then, catching her neck as it seemed to be too heavy to keep up. She couldn't even speak or look at them. She knew fully well that doing either of those would cause more problems than it was worth, and she was in no shape to take them on. Instead, she shot a sidelong glance towards Africa, knowing that her child was his. Her child had no father. Rostislav was probably just as shattered, but it didn't matter anymore. He was gone, and there was no way he could be brought back. Even his precious Earth God could do nothing. That fucking God couldn't keep his biggest follower alive. How ironic, considering the life-giving God could only watch them die. Elsa had barely even been his friend, but this hurt. It was like an extra stab into the wound they had already created.

Better suited for anger at the Earth God, Elsa left. Without a single word she left Midas behind. They could take care of his body, but Elsa was out now to curse the name of the Earth God in every corner she could. He was no God to her anymore. That would change nothing, because to him, she was just an insignificant soul, like Midas apparently was. That God didn't know she existed, but the time her life was through, he would know every inch of her.

"talk"