Klutzy Ninja Kitty
The Fluffy Awwwsassin
@Cressy
The queen was out for a good long time. She awoke to the feeling of pain shooting up her leg, and her head throbbing again. What had happened? For a moment or two, Elsa couldn't recall.
She glanced down at her legs and saw the poor shape they were in, wincing. Oh yeah. The plane had crashed. Today was just not her lucky day, was it?
Eyes wide and mouth agape, Elsa lied there for a moment in shock. Her body shook uncontrollably and she felt like she was dying all over again. And the urge to give up, to continue lying there in agony, was strong inside her. At least, until she caught a glimpse of Solaire nearby her.
He looked awful. He was a bloody mess, looked as if a couple bones were broken on him, and many of his wounds re-opened. Suddenly, her motivation returned.
"S-Solaire..."
Elsa hissed in pain, forcing herself to sit up. Her eyes teared up from pain and worry, the tears flowing down her cheeks. She formed a slab of ice with wheels and forced it to roll over to him. She made sure he was on his back and plopped her head down on his chest, her own heart racing as she anxiously listened for the beating of his.
Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.
Elsa heard a beat. He was alive. But maybe not for long if he didn't get more help. She was unaware he had some kind of cloud around healing himself.
The queen sat up and began to drop ice on his legs. It would keep any swelling down and help with any pain if he woke up. She then built the sled up around him as well and waved a hand, making a mini snow golem to pull the sled for them since they couldn't.
But it was more like a slush golem. Elsa was far too weak to create a strong, reliable golem to pull them. It was not even half her height and looked melty. She would be lucky if it got them to the edge of town without draining all of her power and possibly killing her. But if she could save Solaire's life, she would gladly give up her own.
"Pull the sled. T-Take us to the town. Take us to someone who can help us," she ordered the slushy ball with arms and legs before lying down by Solaire on the sled. Her body shook and she breathed heavy from the pain, but was determined to get them--or at least Solaire--to safety.
The queen was out for a good long time. She awoke to the feeling of pain shooting up her leg, and her head throbbing again. What had happened? For a moment or two, Elsa couldn't recall.
She glanced down at her legs and saw the poor shape they were in, wincing. Oh yeah. The plane had crashed. Today was just not her lucky day, was it?
Eyes wide and mouth agape, Elsa lied there for a moment in shock. Her body shook uncontrollably and she felt like she was dying all over again. And the urge to give up, to continue lying there in agony, was strong inside her. At least, until she caught a glimpse of Solaire nearby her.
He looked awful. He was a bloody mess, looked as if a couple bones were broken on him, and many of his wounds re-opened. Suddenly, her motivation returned.
"S-Solaire..."
Elsa hissed in pain, forcing herself to sit up. Her eyes teared up from pain and worry, the tears flowing down her cheeks. She formed a slab of ice with wheels and forced it to roll over to him. She made sure he was on his back and plopped her head down on his chest, her own heart racing as she anxiously listened for the beating of his.
Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead.
Elsa heard a beat. He was alive. But maybe not for long if he didn't get more help. She was unaware he had some kind of cloud around healing himself.
The queen sat up and began to drop ice on his legs. It would keep any swelling down and help with any pain if he woke up. She then built the sled up around him as well and waved a hand, making a mini snow golem to pull the sled for them since they couldn't.
But it was more like a slush golem. Elsa was far too weak to create a strong, reliable golem to pull them. It was not even half her height and looked melty. She would be lucky if it got them to the edge of town without draining all of her power and possibly killing her. But if she could save Solaire's life, she would gladly give up her own.
"Pull the sled. T-Take us to the town. Take us to someone who can help us," she ordered the slushy ball with arms and legs before lying down by Solaire on the sled. Her body shook and she breathed heavy from the pain, but was determined to get them--or at least Solaire--to safety.