Elsa,

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

It was unnaturally warm now. At first, Elsa had been okay with the heat, but now it was feeling like she was melting. The juxtaposition of her snow against the sweltering sun seemed to show that. She looked as if she was wet with snow, but disgustingly enough, a majority of that was sweat. Edgar snickered through their bond as he sat atop her head. He at least had the luxury of being cold all the time. Literally he was a bird made of ice (and sometimes snow). The cold permeated off him, but it was nowhere near enough to cool his companion.

The shade of the Threshold came into view then. Normally, the duo would be happy to see the shadows, but now they dreaded it. Heat had to be trapped beneath those pines, and even from afar, she could still see mirages from the heat. Groaning, she continued onward, since being out of direct sunlight was better than nothing.

Once they had breached the edge of the Threshold, the two went on high alert. Elsa had expected to see more horses meandering about, but no doubt most were probably home basking in the spray of waterfalls or frolicking around in the local ponds. The very thought of water seemed to magnify the heat tenfold. So she made no effort to be quiet because that took too much work. Being considerate to other conversations was the last thing on her mind. Elsa was practically a bull in a china shop with her stomping and snorting. Frustration was even being to build as some bugs had the nerve to nip at her hide. Her ears were pinned backward as they moved onward, but soon Edgar chastised her. ’Pretty! Be pretty! Horse ahead.’ Coming back up, her ears swiveled as she heard the faint steps of hooves. It had to be a horse, or she would be very much surprised.

As soon as she passed a couple of trees, a unicorn boy presented himself. What was up with this? Lately it seemed like it was a testosterone party. Did women outside of Helovia suddenly banish their stallions? Mares used to dominate this place, and now here she was, face to face with another man. Offering a small nicker, she approached, and gave a small bow to the man.

”Greetings,” She began, sounding a lot more professional. It was a three hundred sixty degree turn from the actions she was exhibiting less than a few moments ago. ”My name is Elsa, general of the World’s Edge. Are you new around here?” Edgar snickered internally I bet you dead mouse he not new.” He was so confident it was sickening, she simply rolled her eyes as Edgar then proceeded to peep to get the attention he deserved. ”And this is Edgar, my companion.” She fell silent then, all eyes focused on the unicorn.

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