It was a good day, and not for any particular reason. Well, that was a lie. Elsa was in the most fantastic mood due to the current road of luck that seemed to have crossed her. Not only was the snow refreshingly deep, but also she was sporting the new armor she had acquired. It made her feel a little dirty, and mischievous inside, like she needed to pick a fight, so it wasn’t a surprise that the newly admitted badass went looking for a fight to pick.

The only downfall to today would be the armor. She hadn’t even given second thought to stealing from a unicorn, until it was put on her. The mare she had taken it from was a little shorter, and wingless so, the armor hugged tightly to her body. Her wings were awkwardly pinned beneath the leather fabric, but it was something she could get used too. Happier than a dog, she frolicked through the snow, making it to what seemed to be an open field. Elsa made a mental note to come back here when the snow had melted, to see what natural wonders lay beneath for her discovery. But for now, exploration would continue, for the feathers of her wings pressed against her body provided refreshing warmth from the freezing snow. Even the downfall of not being able to fly would not hinder her today.

A voice then caught her ears, playful and devious all at the same time. Elsa couldn’t help but giggle at the rush of a potential opponent, especially one that seemed so in contrast of her mood. In a quick, gleeful jump, she pushed forward into the snow bounding towards the voice. As she approached the figure, she was careful to make the all too “boring” inventory of her opponent. She hated sizing them up, but she knew it was necessary if she wanted to hold any chance of defeating them. The mare Elsa approached was red in color, a stark contrast the snowy landscape. It seemed that a fur was draped across the gingers back. So it seemed that the ginger accounted for a random attack too. Elsa grumbled; she always liked the element of surprise. Ginger was shorter than her, by quite a lot actually; and comparatively thin. Elsa knew not to think she had the upper hand, for the shortest horses always are the most annoying to fight. They’re always like little mice, able to move at the drop of a hat. Ginger also smelled of the Asylum, so Elsa thought after the fight, maybe they could become buddies. Elsa wanted to make a buddy today, no matter the circumstance, even if she had to beat them into being her friend.

With a giggle-snort and a quick hello, Elsa was in action. Elsa lunged towards the mare, hoping to come at Ginger from the girls left side. Her body barreled through the white powder, the muscles rippling from the work, in hopes to move as quickly as possible through the elements. Another gleeful, high-sounding giggle ripped from her throat as she approached. Elsa attempted to pull her hindquarters underneath her, to slide into Ginger’s front left leg. If she had moved, she hoped she would slide into one of the back legs. Sure, it wasn’t the conventional move she usually started with, but honestly, the feeling of the cold against her stomach invigorated her. The cold just gave her an indescribable high. Nothing could bring her down today, even if Ginger ended up beating her senseless. She was just too damn happy.

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"Talking"

Elsa