She is Elsa, leader of the threshold. Or so she was in her mind. This place was frequented above all other places, with the exception of the Falls of course. Even then, she felt more at home here, amongst those who actually needed her (most of the time). Not to mention, It was a bonus that bringing another back to the Falls did make her look a little better in the eyes of those around her. So, thus it was back to the beat again, bringing newcomers into the lands of Helovia. Whether it was with the Falls, another herd, or the life of an outcast, Helovia would eventually consume them because they were so unfortunate as to walk on this magically horrifying soil. Such an optimistic she is.

Picking up a light trot, she followed the sound of a neigh not far off. It sounded oddly bouncy for someone wandering through these woods. Usually it was a defeated sigh, or the sound of tears that drew Elsa near. Yet, here was a happy sound. How dare she be happy. Well, this girl may as well enjoy it considering that it may not last that long once inside Helovia.

Whomever it was though, continued to move. She had to follow the sound of stomping hooves until finally she caught sight of the russet unicorn. Apparently this girl had suddenly come under the realization that things were not as they seem, for her ears slicked back, and before Elsa knew it, the girl was off again. She bolted back into the light, her body moving a little too fast for Elsa's liking. This girl better be nice, considering Elsa had been tracking her all over Helovia's green forest.

Finally the girl stopped, and bedded down on the floor. Edgar, who had suddenly decided to join Elsa swooped down from the branches to perch atop her head. He wanted to know about this runner. Elsa took a few tentative steps forward, careful not to scare the girl into another goose chase. Pausing only a few feet away, she spoke. "Miss, are you alright? I've been trying to catch your attention but it seems that you've been frightened?" Both were questions, the latter Elsa assumed was already affirmative. Why else would one just.. run? Who runs for fun? Edgar hopped off her head, flapping down to land in front of Elsa before hopping over to where the girl had bedded down. He wanted her attention, for the little bird seemed to feed off of the spotlight.