Glinda looked up into the night sky of Frotticca. She knew that somewhere in the distance, Elphaba was. Simply was. Existing. Living life. Hopefully, Glinda thought, she was safe and warm. She scooped a handful of snow, and she blew the crystalline flakes into what she hoped was the general direction of the Emerald City. The general direction of where she hoped Elphaba was. I love you, she thought, as each tiny flake carried her words into the night.


For you, baby. All of my love to you.

+ 1,000 sweet kisses