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06-28-2014, 11:59 AM
E L S A
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making..
Elsa never thought that she would return to the caves again- not after that horrible time being trapped. Elsa cringed as her hooves began to click across the stone floor, a painful reminder of what used to roam the earth of Helovia.
Something had drawn her here, but she did not know what specifically. The Hall of History then began to loom around her, the distant dripping of water drawing her body closer to the edge, before she peered over, intrigued by what was within the liquid. Elsa had been so entranced by it, to not even notice the other number of bodies around her.
As Elsa peered in, she was greeted with an unlikely sight. Before her was a barren wasteland, a wasteland of snow. It was perfect, untouched by any traveler. She strained to see if a being was there, for there was obvious rustling among the trees. Maybe it was herself, discovering her powers. Or, maybe her desires?
The being continued to move, before the rustling in the trees came to a halt. However, the snow that stretched before her was being disturbed. Impressions of some sort of foot tainted the perfect world. The being, or whatever it was, seemed to be invisible, hidden from the eyes of those who don't care to look. The being, now obviously a horse as the footprint said, picked up a stick. In the snow in front of it, lay the word "free". Everything suddenly pulled out, and Elsa was back in reality. She was breathing hard, scared by what she had seen. What did it mean? Was it important? And what was the significance? She sighed, scared and backed a few steps away from the edge.
words --- | tags @namehere | ooc Denial || Wishlist || [P Water x Light - Snow to follow her no matter the season.] If passive doesn't work [u water x light - ice structures are held for the course of battle max of 2 structures?]Something had drawn her here, but she did not know what specifically. The Hall of History then began to loom around her, the distant dripping of water drawing her body closer to the edge, before she peered over, intrigued by what was within the liquid. Elsa had been so entranced by it, to not even notice the other number of bodies around her.
As Elsa peered in, she was greeted with an unlikely sight. Before her was a barren wasteland, a wasteland of snow. It was perfect, untouched by any traveler. She strained to see if a being was there, for there was obvious rustling among the trees. Maybe it was herself, discovering her powers. Or, maybe her desires?
The being continued to move, before the rustling in the trees came to a halt. However, the snow that stretched before her was being disturbed. Impressions of some sort of foot tainted the perfect world. The being, or whatever it was, seemed to be invisible, hidden from the eyes of those who don't care to look. The being, now obviously a horse as the footprint said, picked up a stick. In the snow in front of it, lay the word "free". Everything suddenly pulled out, and Elsa was back in reality. She was breathing hard, scared by what she had seen. What did it mean? Was it important? And what was the significance? She sighed, scared and backed a few steps away from the edge.
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