#midwiinter

Made for the lovely Midwiinter, tier 2 Winner of my giveaway.

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{❆} - "Did I hear someone say frost?"

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"Tell me they’re lying."

Elsa’s reply had come out a shaky one. She had no one to blame here but herself. Killing those men had been an accident, right? 

             No. That was simply something that she told herself. Truth be told, she actually kind of enjoyed it. Something with which she hated herself for, among many other things.  

”—No… It’s the truth. I wish..I could tell you something different, believe me, I do. But I did kill those two and I need to face the consequences of my actions. I’m so sorry.”

         —Monsters are very real. Ghosts are real, too. 

 They live inside us.  

※ Swirling storm inside. . .

 She paces back and forth as the sun sets and as the sun sets, it gets colder. This was a cold she didn't create. This was a numbing cold. She had tried to fend it off. This was the type of cold she feared. The type that frosted her own castle, the natural cold. Mother natures cold. She couldn't control this type of cold. 

    Her body shivered and trembled, eyes closing as she rushed from the foyer. If she could get outside, maybe she could close off the balcony, create a frost on the inside to trap her body heat. She turned on her heel, the train of her dress billowing behind her as she burst through the doors to the balcony. 

   She raised a hand, her opposite clutched near her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She wasn't strong enough to create her own frost, too unfocused, too fearful. She winced as a howling wind cut through the castle, almost freezing Elsa to the spot. 

               Winter?

   Such a nuisance. It'd take even longer to return to the tower considering the sudden shift in conditions. It shouldn't be too much to complain about--she'd be out for another day or two, tops, before returning home to her 'daughter.' Nonetheless, the fresh ivory cloak would prove an obstacle when attempting to maneuver in an area unfamiliar.

   Argent hues would narrow; brief examination of the dame's surroundings before settling upon that of a younger female. Ah. Perhaps she could at least be of use.