Queen Elsa was powerful. She could use her powers only for good, as she knew it. She could heal. She was more like Elsa. Just Elsa. Not a queen. She couldn't control anything anyways.
She could choose to help her village, but pay a price. She would help a kind soul, but she would have to suffer one cut of the wrist. If she didn't want to suffer, she just did no good deeds. But that was too painful for her. She had to help her people.
Elsa could do extraordinary things. She could make the blind see, help the paralyzed walk, and more. She could grant almost every wish, but she had to pay the price.
Elsa had a loving soul, so she wanted to help as many as possible.
A girl named Taylor came by one day, who was a fair skinned blonde with cherry red lips. She also came with a weight. A wheelchair. She asked Elsa to bless her and help her to overcome the chair and be able to walk.
Elsa knew it was just another excuse for her to suffer, but she had to help the little girl.
Her brother was with her to see the magic. His name was Kay, a curly blonde. He looked about 12 and the girl looked about 14.
Kay knelt next to Taylor as the magic began. A silver constellation strewn with feathers circled the girl and she slowly rose from the chair.
Kay hugged her right and guided her down the path as she was able to stand.
A new cut appeared on Elsa's wrist. She grimaced at the pain, and glared at Taylor and Kay walking away in the slow, drizzling rain. No thank you, no nothing. She would just have to live with the satisfaction of helping the children.
It was too much for Elsa as time moved on. She began to count the cuts on her wrists which had now moved up her arms there were so many.
67.68.69.70.71.... Elsa counted until she got to 99. What would happen when she got to 100?
Would something change?
Elsa didn't know. But she had to.
The next day, when a new child came, Elsa's mind had changed.
