The humiliation.

It bled into everything she did. Every thought, every single movement was a horrid reminder of what had been lost. There was not a single waking moment that could return to the happy thoughts of the past. Her whole being was changed; the girl that she had tried to become now lay in shattered pieces all over the floor. In the wake of the disaster remained the sickening fluid of anger and rage that stained the immaculate being. It did not matter that Aaron had run, because in the end, the Falls had failed. Those who she even considered family had turned, jumping ship just to join in the glory of an ensured win. So like the wind, blood, and cries, the Falls buried them with their roaring power and spit them out like a piece of driftwood.

That’s what she had become, a drifter. The Ice Queen lacked a single shred of respect for any of them. She even went as far as to blame Midas and Ghost. Elsa had worked so hard to help them, and now, it did not matter. A spoken word of loyalty would not get her a home or job. To think, she had thought being a lowly Mason was a terrible lifestyle. Oh how wrong she was. Scarred, ugly and utterly alone was much, much worse. It was a fate she would have never wished on her most hated enemies.

All of this madness had left her feeling like a coiled spring. Any second she felt she could just turn and explode into a thousand pieces, destroying anything in her path. At least then she would be known for something, and that was worth going down in infamy for a thousand lifetimes. So where could she go to ferment, and let her emotions completely possess her body? Just losing control for once would be nice. No one to take care of, no one to worry about… In this situation, that was bliss. So where better to go, than to where it all began? The Deep Forest was as good as any place to be.

Thunder cracked overhead, spikes of lightening bolting across the sky. Her body was utterly soaked, even beneath the towering trees. The trees creaked, screamed, and rolled at the mercy of the storm. Another flash lit up the sky, revealing that she had finally made it to the center of the forest. A manic cry of laughter erupted from her lips like a fountain, almost sounding child-like in its tone. Looking up the sky, the rain poured over her face. It washed over the healing slice in her nose, before trailing around the curve of her neck and falling to the ground. Her mane and tail fell in dreadlocks, every so often catching and holding against her flesh. Her hooves sank with sloshy grace into the oversaturated earth. To think she had come here to relax in the pool. Falling victim to a thunderstorm felt a thousand times better. The release was euphoric. Her thoughts began to wander of what could possibly happen here. She could drown in the mud, and be struck with the force of a thousand volts. However, death was much better fit than living a life in misery.

"Talking"
@[Rhoa]
[Normal Spar Rules, In the center of the Deep Forest during a thunderstorm]
[0/3 Attacks, 544 Words, Rhoa can go at her first if he wishes. ^^]

Elsa