A/N: This must be the shortest thing I've ever written. Oh well, I know most people would liken Let it Go from Frozen to Defying Gravity, but I sorta had a really bad day today, and when my dad was comforting me, he had asked me to 'let it go...', and so i vomited all my feelings into words, and from there I implemented it into this...kinda angsty songfic-ish oneshot of Elphaba's despair on Fiyero's death. I wrote this in ten minutes in the middle of the night, so hopefully it didn't turn out too crappy.
Two years of being part of the Resistance made me stronger. With every failure came experience, with every success came pride. I had learnt to uphold my ego as the Wicked Witch of the West, seeing no use in fighting against the influence of the bastard Wizard. To be that stoic, unforgiving woman Oz made me to be.
'Don't let them in, don't let them see, be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know...'
I tried, I really did, to live up to that stoney, unfeeling tyrant, to the standards that blasted carp Morrible had set, to my own expectations of my obstinate personality; To be strong, and let all the ugly comments of me slip by, go in one ear and out the other - this had been my childhood mantra, but it's getting real hard to ignore those feelings building up inside me, to hide and not feel that misery and heartache roaring within.
I'm still a girl. I may have green skin, but inside I'm just a girl who just lost one of the things she cared most about, a girl with a fragile, glasslike heart. And it was shattered tonight, along with Fiyero's broken body, it's pieces scattered into the darkness of the moaning forest around me. My lust for love lost in the wind, passion sunk beneath the blackness of the ocean of despair, they have left only a malignant void of emptiness in my heart.
'Let it go, let it go, that perfect girl is gone...'
Yes, indeed. My rock hard outer covering has crumbled like powder snow, that insensitive, strong stereotypical witch shedding into a human girl who had her heart broken. No longer will I hear his voice call my name so lovingly, no longer will I see those eyes the color of frozen water twinkle with vivacity. No more will I feel the soft touch of his fingers caress my skin.
'Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore...'
The tears fall freely.