Location: Glinda's Castle, sometime after No One Mourns The Wicked
When Glinda watched the sunset, an orange haze to the west, she remembered Elphaba. And she remembered Elphaba's rare moments of vulnerability.
She was willing to bet that she was the only Ozian who had ever heard:
1. Elphaba laughing herself into hysteria.
2. Elphaba crying in sleep.
3. Elphaba talking about her mother.
No one else had ever seen her that way, open and innocent for mere seconds. Fiyero, maybe, Glinda thought. But maybe not. Elphaba was painfully stubborn sometimes. She feared her weaknesses. She feared failure. She loved with her whole heart. When she died, Glinda knew, she would go down fighting. That was the Elphie that Glinda had grown to love. That was the Elphie that Glinda chose to remember, forever.
Wherever you are, Glinda called silently, Oz will always be your home.