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06-13-2015, 11:51 AM
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
Winter's grasp had fully engulfed the Edge. A covering of snow blanketed the ground, and turned the land into monochromatic colors. Oddly enough, it felt much different now. The absence of her family (if they even wanted that) left an odd hole. She felt free, like when she had first arrived, yet, completely different. The stitching of heart had been torn so many times that it just seemed to be held together with duct tape, so it was becoming easier to just undo it all and re-shape it into the life she needed. The parts she didn't want hurt, she could just bury deep within, and no one could touch it again. That's where her pain lay, and if she tried, she could suffocate it beneath everything else. Sure, it will always ache, but it was easier to forget.
So, she lurks, as usual. It was a lot easier to hide in the winter, since she tended to look like nothing more than a ghost against the pale background. No one here knew her, or sought her out. A military leader with no army was nothing more than a mere soldier herself. Expendable, small, and used when needed. A toy would be a good comparison to her life. Used when wanted, discarded when they were done. Thus, Elsa grew used to life in a box. Within its confines she was safe, nothing could hurt her, and she had no fear of being lost.
But life was no fun that way. There was no adventure, no grand ceremonies, nothing. It was stale air, boring in the basic sense. So this is what square one felt like again. She had nothing to do. So she made her way to the cool, broken glass wall, and pressed herself up against it. Sometimes, even inanimate objects seemed to have more love than animated ones. Better yet, they didn't pass judgement.
"talk"
[Open for anyone! :) The more the merrier, she just needs to meet others and stuffs. Its really meh, but it'll be better. :3]
So, she lurks, as usual. It was a lot easier to hide in the winter, since she tended to look like nothing more than a ghost against the pale background. No one here knew her, or sought her out. A military leader with no army was nothing more than a mere soldier herself. Expendable, small, and used when needed. A toy would be a good comparison to her life. Used when wanted, discarded when they were done. Thus, Elsa grew used to life in a box. Within its confines she was safe, nothing could hurt her, and she had no fear of being lost.
But life was no fun that way. There was no adventure, no grand ceremonies, nothing. It was stale air, boring in the basic sense. So this is what square one felt like again. She had nothing to do. So she made her way to the cool, broken glass wall, and pressed herself up against it. Sometimes, even inanimate objects seemed to have more love than animated ones. Better yet, they didn't pass judgement.
"talk"
[Open for anyone! :) The more the merrier, she just needs to meet others and stuffs. Its really meh, but it'll be better. :3]
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
