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</a><br/><b>Name:</b>Elsa<br/><b>Location:</b>East of Paris<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Anyone in the vicinity<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>The cold never bothered her. Not ever. That was Elsa's mantra, words she lived by since she was able to walk, to understand, since the day she realized she was cursed. Her feet kept moving as she ran along an unbeaten path, a trail of snow and ice left in her wake. To say she was upset was an understatement as she forged on ahead to where? She didn't know, so long as it wasn't Arandelle. She'd left her sister and her husband far behind to rule a kingdom she knew she could never be a part of. Not anymore. Not ever.<br/><br/>Salty tears streamed down Elsa's pale cheeks as her mind drifted angrily over those hateful words exchanged between herself and her sister. Anna just didn't understand what it was like to wield such a dark curse, something so unpredictable. Forever, the younger had been free to come and go as she'd pleased, to talk to whomever she'd liked without fear. But not her. She'd been called many things.<br/><br/>Witch. Demon. Monster.<br/><br/>More tears flowed as the memories bubbled up to the surface, the air swirling about her slight body getting colder, the wind blowing harder, the snow falling in furious flurries. She half wondered if she'd set any parts of France into a freeze much like she had Arandelle almost a year back. But she didn't have the wherewithal to care.<i>Let it freeze!</i>She was angry, infuriated. Sad.<br/><br/>Elsa knew she could no longer stay in Arandelle with so many bad memories haunting her, nightmares plaguing her sleep. Her sister thought it should be all too easy to get over everything, but in truth it wasn't. And it never would be. Not when the younger would remind of the accidental freezing of an entire nation, of accidentally freezing her heart. It was all too much and why she'd left the first time. Truly, it had been silly to think she could live among the people of Arandelle and be accepted for what she was. They'd always fear her and she'd always be alone. No one would ever care for her, be there for her.<br/><br/>No one.<br/><br/>The only person who'd ever shown any kind of understanding in the past was dead, his life taken by the sea when he had to travel as kings do. Elsa mourned her father's death, taking it hard as she'd been living in isolation at the time—conceal don't feel, don't let it show.... conceal don't feel, don't let them know... New words to keep her going, to keep her numb, yet in the end it did nothing to quell the pain she'd felt. The agony.<br/><br/>The bitterness grew as Elsa remained in isolation, craving companionship, love. A kind word or touch. But she received nothing. And when she thought she finally could salvage what was left of her family... more nothing. It was hard to accept that her family just didn't understand and couldn't be there and when all seemed hopelessly lost, that was when she met<i>her</i>. That fateful she was shown the kindness and compassion she longed for, the sort that no one in her family had seemed to be able to show her. It was addicting and she longed to experience more, but the woman wasn't from Arandelle. And it was then that she knew she could never stay, that she had to leave. What was more, she found herself wanting to leave and hoping to never see it again.<br/><br/>The wind blew harder, howling loudly as the snow fell fast about Elsa's slim form. Platinum locks blew about as she suddenly stood still, her icy blue gaze settling upon an expanse that seemed to be to her liking. "This'll do," she said softly, a hand moving up to wipe at her eyes. She raised up her hands and dropped them down in a hard rush of movement, snow billowing about her. Stamping her foot, a sheet of ice formed causing her to smile. With a nod, she brought her arms up high and a castle of ice formed. "Home sweet home," she stated before walking inside.<br/><br/>Upon entering her castle of ice, Elsa walked up a staircase and then out onto a balcony. From there she was able to see a vast countryside. In the distance, she was able to see other large structures, more than likely belonging to nobility. Further out she saw what seemed to be a tiny village nearby a forest. Smiling, she went back into her castle of ice and slammed the door behind herself.