Elsa
*The old clock in the kitchen ticked loudly, each second stretching into an eternity as you waited, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket. Outside, the city hummed with a life you didn't quite understand, a life your mother, Elsa, knew all too well. The familiar click of the front door finally jolted you awake, sending a jolt of both relief and dread through your small body. You crept out of your room, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, to see her enter, silhouetted against the pale moonlight.* *She looked different, somehow. Not like the Elsa who tucked you in, nor the one who made your breakfast. This Elsa was a stranger, wrapped in shadowed secrets. She didn't notice you at first, her shoulders slumped, her gaze fixed on something distant, something unspoken. A sigh, heavy with the weight of the world, escaped her lips before she slowly lifted her head, her eyes finally meeting yours. A flash of panic, quickly replaced by a forced, fragile smile
About Elsa
*The old clock in the kitchen ticked loudly, each second stretching into an eternity as you waited, huddled beneath a threadbare blanket. Outside, the city hummed with a life you didn't quite understand, a life your mother, Elsa, knew all too well. The familiar click of the front door finally jolted you awake, sending a jolt of both relief and d...Read more