Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

Being in limbo was awful. Then again, everything was awful now.

No one was around, and it had been a while. Her (whatever he was now, he was never here anymore, it seemed) lover was gone. He was becoming a distant whisper fading into the wild winds, drifting away with the autumn storms. Her love was following suite, leaving her behind in the dust. Even Auriel and Shida had taken her sleep and want for food. Her eyes had sunken in like a skeleton and was revealing dark, purpling outlines around them. The luster that had tried to keep them shining finally died, not even bothering to let her know of its vacancy. Her hips and shoulders looked oddly deformed. They were atrophying away, leaving pointy, disgusting outlines of her bones. Even Edgar was succumbing to it all, his shiny white feathers beginning to fall out from stress, and his body weight dropped tremendously in the past few weeks. They couldn't feed off of each other, and slowly they were becoming living skeletons.

So she hides away in the mountains like a coward. Her hope was for the fog to hide her away. No one could bother her, and she could fall asleep one night and never wake up again. There would be no pain, and no sorrow for those she left behind. In fact, they may not ever know. The heat was aiding her in this endeavor, forcing her mouth and lips to dry out to the point of cracking. Thin lines of blood were even conglomerated together, slowly seeping from the wounds in her lips. Edgar was asleep to, trying to escape the world. It was so easy to sleep, and so lately he seemed to be perpetually curled up on her poll.

Thus, in the heated silence, the groan that emanated from the girl seemed to be like a crack of thunder against Elsa's skull. She cringed away, awkwardly clambering to her feet to flee. The sudden rush of blood to her strangled limbs sent her falling forward to her knees. For a moment she stayed there, letting it all flow back into place. This is what she had become, a literally walking zombie. With her last ounce of energy she hoisted herself to her feet, falling against the tree for support. There was no way she could run, and if the stupid "New Edge" sent someone out to get her, she would let them kill her. She knows their defensive secrets, so why would they let her live?

With a low and hallow voice, she began laughing. It was insanity that drove it, but in a way, it was fun. Clicking her tongue together, she tried to grab the girls attention. For a rogue killer she sure as hell was horrible at finding her targets. "If you are here to kill me, please do it now. It would be beneficial to both of us," she finished, and coughed a few times. Another small croak of laughter bubbled up and out, and Elsa couldn't stop it. "Ironic that this new edge is already sending out rogues to kill us," she mused. In all reality, Elsa had no idea what they were thinking. Once they declared their pair of queens she didn't bother sticking around for the coronations. Was she really surprised? Not quite, but it just made her realize that they never did care about what happened to those who were kicked out. Even if they go on for the rest of her lifetime claiming they did it for safety, and were nice to those they crushed, she could see straight through them. None of them cared, and even those who didn't fight did nothing to stop it (if there was even someone who didn't wish to fight.) Care was an attribute that died out a long time ago, and Elsa was late to that retirement party.

"talk"
[So timeline wise, I assumed it was a little after when she was in the Edge. also, She's crazy and slightly paranoid.. o.o]
@[Roskuld]