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Many a painter, in their time, have offered to paint Elise, to immortalize her beauty.
She denies every one. Something about it unsettles her. She doesn’t want to view herself through another’s eyes, and she certainly doesn’t want a portrait of her sitting in some house or gallery.
Buried deep in the cellars of the Zaavan estate, however, lies one painting- the one existing portrait of Elise in her adulthood. Berholdt, just before their wedding, had pleaded with her to sit for a couple’s painting, to celebrate their marriage, and hang in their home, and she had felt generous enough to humor him.
In a fit of rage, long after every other Zaavan was dead, Elise tore through the house, shredding and burning dozens of portraits of the family.
By the time she got to this one, she lacked the anger to destroy it. It just wasn’t worth the effort, so she simply took it down, and set it in the basement, facing the wall.
The crueler part of her imagines Berholdt’s ghost coming upon it, and his rage at finding the last proof of his existence is facing the wall of some dusty old basement, with the spiderlings having used the frame to stabilize one end of a web. It still gets a laugh out of her.