Elsa,

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

As the snow continued to fall, her thoughts were getting lost within her head. Even trying to work her way around the basic functions of her mind had her psyche trapped within a labyrinth of confusion. Every mistake, every fear, and every horror sliding up a new wall to try and direct it to the place it needed to go- peace. Though the more walls that tried to guide her, the less she understood herself, and the further she drifted from the goal at hand. Yet now, it was beginning to see the path. The dead ends could easily be avoided; a route began to form, desperately trying to bring it to the light at the end of the tunnel. Her psyche could hear it now. The cries of triumphs, the joy of being freed from its own prison- and those were just the basics. Even further behind that lurked the emotions she wanted to feel. The happiness that lurked here went deeper into the depths of the maze, carrying its friend love with it. The pair seemed to be inseparable, so they kept running from reality in attempts to save themselves.
 
And to think all that went on without her even knowing. Sure, she could see the end goals, but the winding maze it took to get there remained invisible. Before she had arrived at the Edge, she just kept hitting wall after wall. They wouldn’t shatter, and so she had to succumb to the power and submission she so desperately wanted to run away from. From then on, things began getting easier, and the paths opened up into simpler choices, and she could finally begin to make decisions that would make the paths more visible. Eventually, she would find the end, but there she would only find that another set of trials awaited her.
 
’Elsa?’ Shit, well it looks like trial one for the day was on its way over. Considering he could just run her out in the blink of an eye, she had to tread on ice, quite literally. Her weight suddenly shifted backward then as if anticipating and escape. Torleik and Mauja had accepted her, but she was under the assumption that they were not pleased about her arrival. Even though Ophelia had given her some credibility, that did not mean, under any circumstances, that the kings were happy with her arrival.
 
So Elsa was very pleasantly surprised when he asked how she was. The question was super-charged if he wanted the truth, but then again, where had that ever gotten her? Absolutely nowhere. If she wanted to start over, here and now was as good a place as any. Only problem was, is that she was a horrible liar. Emotions often betrayed her thinking, and her words seemed to ooze the feelings that bustled around in the back of her mind. So Elsa opted for the simple and quick answer. “As good as I’ll ever be, I suppose,” her voice trailed off, as she glanced in the opposite direction of Mauja. She still, for the life of her, could not bring herself to look him in the eye. In a way, she felt as if she had signed her life away. It was a wound that still throbbed, and the last thing she wanted to do was revert ten steps backwards because she couldn’t hold her tongue. A warrior was not weak, and could not cry. And if she had a mental breakdown now, she might as well kiss this life goodbye.
 
“And how are you?” This was at least a baby step in the right direction.

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