Elsa was a small-town girl, living her life by her own rules on the outskirts of a city in which she grew to love. All her life, she had been bullied by her classmates and coworkers from what was considered to be a plague hiding deep within her mind. Not ever discovering why it was chosen to be it her burden, Elsa was a lesbian—never knowing if she should be ashamed or proud. Her father was an abusive piece of filth, alone in a moldy box only fit for the swine in which he was. Day after day, the gluttonous potato sat in his living room intoxicated as he watched the TV; Elsa always wondered how he could even afford to live.
For nineteen years, she put up with all his shit while in the meantime she had graduated and found herself a job. One unfortunate day, the eruption of hate and screams were spit at one another, concluding with Elsa being thrown out of the only house she ever knew. Maybe it was destiny, maybe it was just rage, but she knew living in a bottomless pit was not to be. Halting a taxi, she headed for the airport and took the quickest flight out. Caring not where she went or what would happen, Elsa boarded the plane, taking only her money and teddy bear, which was given to her by her mother at the age of six. Only a month later, her mother died in a car accident, leaving Elsa with only the bear to mourn over. She hugged the bear as hard as she could whilst a tear from both of her eyes slid down her cheeks. At the sight of her home slowly vanishing, the tears dropped onto the golden plush toy before slumber embraced with a hug that she so desperately needed.
Roughly two hours later, Elsa awoke with a huge weight taken off. She sat rather calm despite knowing the matters which she would soon have to face. In her seat, she wondered if her life even meant anything—if she had any purpose, and if so, what? For a bit, Elsa thought if the world would change if she—just a tiny insect among giants—existed in it no longer. But then, to her left, she saw the beauty of the world. Out of her window, she gazed down unto the planet and all of its glory. She saw a sparkling lake at the bottom of a mountain, which to her looked puny because of her altitude. A small village seemed to live there, showing only ten to eleven houses scattered across the small landscape. For the first time in forever, Elsa felt the pure sense of happiness, which had been absent from her life for too long. Her first smile in years carved into her cheeks, remembering the sweet touch of elation. With her spirits slightly brightened, Elsa took a deep breath for her new beginning at hand; her eyes were finally open.
"Thank you, mother… Please guide me through my journey…"
Since that day, Elsa headed forward and set herself down a path which no one could follow. She found her calling as a humble artist. Her portraits had made their way into some of the nearby museums—some even traveling to other cities. Many of them were bought and were given much praise for their pristine nature, but when the people asked to see the woman responsible, she declined from any interview. Elsa was scared. She fixed herself in a cage in which no soul could enter. With the money grossed, Elsa was able to provide for herself and continue on with her art inside the house she had purchased.
Her home was located alone on a mountainside nearly eight kilometers away from the town. There, she lived with her Border Collie named Shfix—her only source of company. Every day, she would take him on a walk all around the mountain, circling right back home. Elsa liked to think the entire hill was hers to own and had decorated as so. To the right of her house, she had planted a bench surrounded by a vast variety of flowers. It pointed straight off the mountain, for whoever sat in it would see the gorgeousness of the land down below. At the bottom of the mountain, a small road winded off into the distance of the city. Just across it laid a wavy land of spotless, green grass, and beyond that was a thick lake. Together, the three of them traveled side by side—no end or beginning.
For hours at a time, Elsa would stare at that bench through her window, never achieving an answer to why it lured her to look at it. After a while, she made many attempts at it to be drawn, but always felt as if something was missing. One such drawing was a picture of her sitting beside someone on the bench. Oddly, she didn't know who this person was, what drove her to create it, and when she even made it, though it lingered in her mind too much for her to throw it out. Elsa hung the picture on her wall, so every day she would have to look at it until the answer was shown.
In now the present, Elsa was leisurely making her way through the town, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that would be her next inspiration. She sat at an outdoor table at a café, sipping her mocha as the chilling winds blew her hair to the side. She stared at a totem pole, eyeing every specific detail, wondering if it could open up to a new idea. As this was her last destination, Elsa gave up and decided to head home. The blonde made her way past building after building, nearing the final turn. At a nearby garbage can, she threw her cup in and took a hard right—her head sulking due to her exhaustion and failure. At the step of her left foot, she collided with somebody, sending them both to their buttocks.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Elsa said, picking up her keys and the stranger's glasses.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry! I'm such a klutz!" the woman spoke. The blonde looked up at the voice in front of her and saw what seemed to be the entire universe. The girl before her was a strawberry blonde with two braids and the most adorable shade of red on her blushed cheeks. Her lips were oh so pink and soft as if Elsa could already feel them. The freckles spotted on her cheeks grew Elsa chills; ever so perfect were thy brown speckles. As the girl knelt to find her things, Elsa kept still, gazing in awe on her knees at such beauty. Really, Elsa had no idea to react other than gawking with her heavy jaw. Never before had she seen someone so immaculate in all of her life; not even the art of the world could compete with such faultlessness. The redhead scavenged the ground ahead of her before accidentally touching Elsa's knee and pulling her hand away.
"Oh, forgive me… I just need to find my things." she said, still feeling the concrete.
Elsa shook herself out of her trance, "Oh… oh, yeah. My apologies." she said as she picked up the girl's white pole off the ground. As she handed her the glasses as well, Elsa saw her eyes and what they possessed. With the items the woman carried and the gray tint to her pupils, the blonde realized she was blind.