[Elsa crashes into her with about as much grace and dignity as a bird shot down by a hunter, and it's only because she's so afraid of hurting anyone else that she has the presence of mind to throw herself away from whoever it is she's run into.
She doesn't get up again, just stays down there on all fours and heaves out desperate, winded sobs.
She can't do this. She can't do this. She hates her powers more than ever in this moment, and she doesn't know what to do, how to move forward, how she's ever supposed to accept this as a part of herself.
Maybe whoever this is will kill her, and then she can be free.
It's a desperate, panicked thought, but there it is.]
[Spam]
She doesn't get up again, just stays down there on all fours and heaves out desperate, winded sobs.
She can't do this. She can't do this. She hates her powers more than ever in this moment, and she doesn't know what to do, how to move forward, how she's ever supposed to accept this as a part of herself.
Maybe whoever this is will kill her, and then she can be free.
It's a desperate, panicked thought, but there it is.]