It was funny, that even when Aaron went running away, nothing felt better. There was no final hurrah, or glory parade. No feasts, no parties, no festivities. She was just a devoid shell, and was showing herself the way to the door. Just because she had “won,” meant nothing. To follow his place was ten other invaders, and they were outnumbered by a gross amount.

Blood was still falling from the wound on her nose; it was a gross color of purple and black. She could barely even walk at this point; the hole in her thigh ached, causing an ungraceful hitch with every step. Edgar sat quietly in her poll, the only place still not stained with dirt and blood. Even he was unnaturally quiet, curling up with exhaustion against her ears. Where were they going to go? First, they had to find the girls, because lord knows if they are still here she is going to put every ounce she had into making sure they could get out of here walking. If one of them even touches them, she will kill them.

Although, it seems they won’t be taking a peaceful exit. Instead, Oxy comes tumbling forward. What could he possibly want? For someone who was a fighter, he sure looked like he hadn’t even touched another. There was no protest, because she was just too tired, and so she followed quietly to where he took her. The funny thing though, is when they stop; he is worried about her health. All things considered, she was still walking, and that was pretty good considering the odds that were against her. She just laughs; it was strained, exhausted, and filled with astonishment. Elsa should not be the first priority, instead, their still missing daughters should be. "It doesn't matter. They'd just kill you if you tried." Way to be optimistic. She did have a point though, they did come here with the intent of running them out, by any means.

She cringes at the excitement of this so called "good" news. Heaven and hell must be frozen if this is the definition of good. Edgar stirs also, uncomfortably shifting to wrap more up in her hair. The poor bird had tried so hard, and both of them were slightly offended by that insinuated happiness in his voice. Yet, her horrible day just got worse. 'I did this, for you. Queen.' That is what she heard. For the first time since she had met him, she was actually infuriated. The fact that she had, and still did, love him, made her stomach turn and she just wanted to explode. She wanted to hit him, to scream at him, and to run. Neither of those choices could be taken, and so instead she was left with the weapon of her tongue. As he reaches for her, she jerks her head backwards, so roughly that it sends Edgar flying off her head, onto her back, and plops him onto the ground. He squawks, and her attention is momentarily pulled to him as she reaches her muzzle down, letting him grab hold of her long mane and pull himself back up.

Turning to him then, she just started crying. It hurt so bad to cry, because there were no tears left, so she had to force them out. There was nothing she could possibly say to make this better. Instead, she just had to agree with him. "The queen of nothing." Her voice quivers, and she looks at him with a broken heart. "They could have killed me. They could have Shida and Auriel. There is nothing for me to be." She was homeless, honor-less, and jobless. It just sucked, because whomever he thought was going to help them, was no doubt just taking advantage of the naive side of him. So all she could do was cry, because there was no one to blame but herself.

"Talking"

Elsa