Oh how Elsa needed to learn not to always trust her first instinct, because the thought that the cold would not bother her was WAY wrong. Not to mention, sliding through knee-deep snow was probably not the best idea in the world.

As her body plowed through the snow, all she could feel was the immense cold. It worked its way beneath the leathery armor, stinging at the underside of her belly and freezing her wings. The bite of snow against armor was not comfortable in the slightest bit. The frozen crystals scraped against her pale body with every shift against her sides, wings and face. It left the coldest, and yet seemingly hottest, feeling. Not in any stretch of the mind was in comfortable. Elsa grunted a little at the awkwardness that she had now put herself in. The other flaw in her plan had been her not accounting for the depth of the snow. Even though her body did have momentum, the snow created an immense amount of drag. The more milliseconds that passed, the more snow that bunched up against her stomach, causing her to come to a complete stop. Elsa was sitting, shocked, a little past her left shoulder, like a little cat, and hot damn she could have not picked a worse spot to stop. Elsa was near Ginger’s front left shoulder, and Elsa was so in shock at her failure to calculate a hitting attack, that she didn’t even see the Ginger’s face come snapping at her ear.

Her left ear suddenly exploded in a sharp pain, much like when one gets pinched. Elsa called out, in a broken, pained gurgle. Elsa threw her head backwards, and in a knee jerk reaction, pushed her hindquarters to put her back on her back two feet. Sometime during the whole freak out reaction, Ginger’s disgusting lips had departed from her ears. The feeling left was painful, like she now had a new Ginger tooth earring. Yet, it only left behind a blossoming bruise. Elsa was dumbfounded that someone like that could kiss their momma with those lips, hypothetically speaking of course. Elsa knew that intimate reactions between horses were either a friendly bump or reaching somewhere down in the… lets call them “nether” regions. Why sexual actions floated about in Elsa’s brain was beyond her, maybe Freud was just trying to show her that she secretly associated fights with promiscuous actions? There wasn’t much time to dwell on such a fact though; she was kind of in the middle of a fight.

Elsa snarled, as the thoughts quickly passed through her brain, and slowly she started to giggle uncontrollably at her own thoughts. In a psychotic, laughing rage Elsa reared up near Gingers front left side, the snow rubbing uncomfortably underneath of her body armor. Elsa’s crystal hooves struck out, aiming to pound into Gingers pretty face. Maybe if she was lucky, she could knock her out and take the little fur coat and use it to keep herself warm. The fashion statement would almost surely bring all the boys to the yard.

As her body came back into the snow, in compacted it with a large “thwunk”, reaching just below her knees, thank goodness for height. Elsa could only hope that she had cracked something in Gingers head. Maybe such a hit would knock some sense into her, and she would give up. Elsa would win, that was inevitable. It was just so sad to see such a creepy herd mate get beat in the process, just kidding, Elsa could care less if Ginger walked out dead or alive. The only thing now was to wait, calculate, and retaliate all in a matter of seconds. Elsa just hoped that Freckle Face didn’t have any sketchy tricks up her sleeves. Elsa was good at fighting, but a few kinks thrown in always seemed to catch her off guard. Damn, she had a weakness; just the thought of such a thing drove her to the brink of insanity! SHE COULD NOT BE WEAK. After Storm, Oxy, and the odd painted mare, she should have enough experience to be perfect! Well, except in the realm of boys… Why were boys even on her mind right now?! Wait, did Ginger remind her of boys?! Suddenly the shock consumed her mind, was Freud trying to say she enjoyed women?! An audible gasp escaped from Elsa’s mouth. This was not happening, was it?

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