❛ We can be hunted, we can be trapped, we can even be killed but we do not vanish ! ❜
the last unicorn + more memes / not accepting / @tinkerbcll
"Then where do you go?" Elsa asked, voice drawn in a whisper. The topic of death—being killed—should frighten her someone as young as her, but she is a big girl. That's what her mother always tells her, especially she is a big sister now, though her father scolds that she is still their little snowflake. In the depths of her drowsy mind, she knows the truth: she is a monster, not a girl. Big girls do not hurt their little sisters, but monsters do. Her parents say they still love her, they haven't thrown her into the dungeons, so why didn't she believe them?
They can hate her in secrecy until the end of time, but Elsa will still miss their hugs.
"If you were killed right now, then what will happen to you?" Princess Elsa should stop the words from coming out, but her curiosity is too strong. The words leave her lips, accompanied by a chilly breeze of her breath. She can see the faerie before her is shivering, though her stubbornness to pretend the cold didn't bother her and her magical body seems to be stronger. For now, that is.
She should not be awake right now, but no one is there to scold her tonight. In her frost-covered bedchamber, she is all alone. It's exactly what she wants, after all. Ever since her accident with Anna, she deserves to be alone. Why then did she perk her head when she heard the faerie's invitation to get away from all of this doom and gloom? In Neverland, the faerie proclaimed, her magic will be accepted. It sounded like a dream, but it tugged at her heart.
Elsa has classified herself as a monster, this is true, but she was still a smart monster. She will ask questions before she decided on whether to accept this faerie's tempting invitation to fly away to Neverland. It was too easy to ask about Neverland, so she narrowed her focus on the creature before her. She confessed she knew she may look small, but she declared she's made of tougher stuff. If Elsa was going anywhere, then she needed to know if this faerie can handle her power.
"Why are you out here in Arendelle?" asked the princess, attempting to lighten the mood. The idea of killing what seems to be her new friend left her stomach feeling queasy, so a change in subject sounded good. Well, then she remembered something extremely important, so important the temperature dropped another degree.
"You aren't going to steal me away, are you?" Elsa asked, arms wrapping around herself to keep her gloved hands from shaking. "I'm Mama's firstborn," Elsa told the adorable faerie, recalling all the books she has read on the topic of faeries. She knew she shouldn't say that aloud, but she always assumed firstborns...smelled differently.
"But you simply cannot take me away. Oh, you mustn't!" Elsa told her, but it sounds more like pleading. "If you do, who will grow up to be queen when Papa and Mama grow too old? Anna cannot be a queen, not when she still tries to run around naked outside." Was that unnecessary piece of information calling her little sister out? Yes, but she meant well. Queens, human or faerie, shouldn't run around naked as the day they emerged; such common sense is basic etiquette for any royalty.
"But..." Elsa hesitated, then kept on going. She might as well as say it. "If I do go with you to Neverland, do you think I will be able to visit everyone again?"