As she ran past his body she came to a sliding halt a few meters behind him. She turned to face him, trying not to cry. ”Get out of my head!” She cried, lifting her wings to cover her face. It didn’t matter that she was bleeding, it didn’t matter that her wing hurt- it was the fact that she had no control over herself. Her body was always in fight or flight mode, and in either one, she was miserable. Edgar, not being able to bear the separation practically fell from his perch, swooping down to land on her head. Carefully he separated her wings, reaching his own down to apply a small jab of freezing cold magic to numb the pain above her eye. Elsa was shaking in fear of herself, and Edgar tried to do his best to calm her. Yet, like most of his attempts, it was futile and instead his bonded was left standing there shaking like a tree. Edgar glanced between the two new monarchs, obviously concerned for Elsa’s wellbeing.
This was so much more than sadness and anger. It was like her history was stuck on repeat. It just kept running through her head over and over again. She didn’t want this to happen, but she had no control. The Present Elsa was fighting to be seen and to breathe, while the Past one was trying to suffocate Present and bury it beneath its wrath. After a few more moments of shaking and ragged breathing, she let her wings fall to her sides, both glancing the ground with a dull thud. All she wanted to do was have a normal spar. To feel pain and to feel invigorated by it; she didn’t want to continue being afraid of trying. ”I’m so sorry,” she finally managed to murmur. With her head hung low she was utterly defeated. It didn’t matter what the outcome was of this little spar because she already lost to herself. Suffering a loss to Tembovu couldn’t be much worse. But who was she sorry for? Herself or Tembovu?
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