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08-11-2015, 03:55 PM
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
It was mesmerizing watching the snowfall.
A billion unique patterns all coursing through the air toward the ground. Only to become one giant, glittering landscape. It remained nearly undisturbed, only the occasional hoof print or track to perforate the surface. Elsa stood out in the middle, completely exposed, and sitting within her own snowstorm. Her back was covered with a layer of snow, camouflaging her further. What was there to hide from, though? Nobody would be looking for her, not in a million years.
This was the first time that didn’t bother her in the slightest bit. She took the loneliness for what it was worth; no one needed her. All she was ever used for anyway was a crutch, a mother, and a warrior in waiting. If nobody needed her, that had to be a good thing. No one needed help standing, functioning, or living. It should be a blessing then, right? Edgar remained unusually silent. The bird had become oddly aloof the past days. He had become so used to the emotional chaos, that without it, he seemed to be dying of boredom. So she let him go for now, to be free from her. So in silence she remained, no bird and no socializing.
And with that, she began to watch again, letting the snow cover her back. It was the simple things in life that held her attention, no matter how insignificant it seemed. So she began counting the flakes, numbering them higher and higher until finally the amount of flakes passed the number of mistakes she had made. Now at least the snowflakes were able to blend in easily, so she began to feel hopeful that she could. The mistakes she made would eventually be buried beneath her triumphs.
"talk"
For Mauja
A billion unique patterns all coursing through the air toward the ground. Only to become one giant, glittering landscape. It remained nearly undisturbed, only the occasional hoof print or track to perforate the surface. Elsa stood out in the middle, completely exposed, and sitting within her own snowstorm. Her back was covered with a layer of snow, camouflaging her further. What was there to hide from, though? Nobody would be looking for her, not in a million years.
This was the first time that didn’t bother her in the slightest bit. She took the loneliness for what it was worth; no one needed her. All she was ever used for anyway was a crutch, a mother, and a warrior in waiting. If nobody needed her, that had to be a good thing. No one needed help standing, functioning, or living. It should be a blessing then, right? Edgar remained unusually silent. The bird had become oddly aloof the past days. He had become so used to the emotional chaos, that without it, he seemed to be dying of boredom. So she let him go for now, to be free from her. So in silence she remained, no bird and no socializing.
And with that, she began to watch again, letting the snow cover her back. It was the simple things in life that held her attention, no matter how insignificant it seemed. So she began counting the flakes, numbering them higher and higher until finally the amount of flakes passed the number of mistakes she had made. Now at least the snowflakes were able to blend in easily, so she began to feel hopeful that she could. The mistakes she made would eventually be buried beneath her triumphs.
"talk"
For Mauja
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
