Cautious Train Wreck
The Witch had no cooperation but that was insignificant because she had complete control. Before she was possessed in the cave of the ancients, Azkadellia had always been a slow, cautious girl. The type of girl who thinks of others first, helps stray animals, and takes the punishment for her younger sibling's misdeeds. Just that kind, quiet way about her drew in complete strangers and made her the perfect storyteller to the children of the palace workers; content to be in the background of her own life. She was an angel brought to the OZ, everyone said so. That changed soon enough, except for the fact that it really didn't.
Azkadellia was still there. Even after she began to say and do things that weren't her normal ways of expression, no one truly questioned her. Trapped inside her own body Az was in anguish. By the time that the Witch used her skin to commit the atrocity of trying to murder DG, she knew that all she could do was to wait. It was like those stories Father had told them at bedtime, the ones from the Other Side. She was just like that girl Rapunzel, trapped in a tower; forced to wait for someone to save her literally from herself.
What she wouldn't give to be able to set her mother free, bring her sister home and have them live happily ever after like in one of Father's stories. But after awhile she began to lose hope. Forced to look in the mirror at the monster she had become, seeing the hideous spirit that was entwined with her own, Az realized that maybe she would never be saved. This could be the reality of her existence until the end of time. Even the rare moments when the Witch allowed Az to feel the Sun warming her own cheek and recall her senses to the world around her gave little relief. She had once upon this time, here and now, become that background more severely than she had ever wanted. Walking cautiously, while the Witch drove right past her, fast and furious; becoming a train wreck of contradictions and escalating horror. Maybe she would be rescued someday from the black encompassing night of this evil. Until then, all Az could do was think of a girl with long ropes of hair, stuck in a stone tower and imprisoned by the cruelty of circumstance. She could definitely relate to that.