Elsa,

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

It was sickening outside. The rain they had been caught in was awful. Edgar was doing his best to entangle himself beneath her short mane. He hated this weather. Mostly due to the fact it almost always frozen when it hit him. He had to keep moving, or stay sheltered if he didn’t want to temporarily freeze into place. Elsa had taken shelter beneath one of the trees in the Threshold. She wanted to fly back to the Edge, but she was already soaked. There was no need to try and maneuver through this. The Edge was not in a threatened state at the moment.

But voice suddenly broke out among the roar of water. Lightening temporarily flashed revealing figures standing about in the rain. Some of the voices seemed frantic, and one was particularly childlike. Elsa shot out from the tree then, moving as fast as she possibly could across the slick mud toward the group. A unicorn was there, one she had met before, as well as Alune. Elsa’s eyes flickered down to the child, her muddy, disastrous blue emanating motherly instinct. She took a step forward, trying to put herself between the child and the other two as she lifted her large feathered wing to try and shield the painted filly. If there was a perk to having large wings, it was that the feathers provided protection for those beneath it.

Elsa made sure to keep as much distance as possible. As much as she wanted to curl the girl up to her side and usher her to safety that could just end up badly. The filly could end up running off and getting into even more trouble. Slowly, Elsa lowered her head down, and reached her nose slowly out to the filly. Her voice was calm, and her “mom” voice kicked in. ”Do you know where your mom went? Right now you are in the land of Helovia. My name is Elsa.” She said calmly, her eyes blinking as droplets rolled down her face. Slowly she turned to the other two. ”How long have you all been out here?” Elsa couldn’t remember when the storm had started, or how long she had been waiting. This girl could easily get a sickness after the storm was passed if she was out here too long. The humidity that would come tomorrow would also be absolutely unbearable. Her face lowered back toward the filly, hoping she hadn’t run off during her brief change of attention. ”We need to get you somewhere warm.” She said softly, reaching out to blow lightly from her nose as a sign of companionship. Edgar watched carefully from her poll, making sure to stay unseen. Foals were either known for loving him, or trying to nom his face off. ”Alune, we must get her to safety.” It was a command, but held a pleading undertone. He may have just become an Edge member, but now it was out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Well, here’s to the mother who swore she’d never act like a mother again.

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