Day 2:
I've been dragging my legs for so long and they feel like two giant cinderblocks. The blood that have pumped through my veins yesternight deteriorated to a mere whispering stream. The agony of not finding a bite to eat only fed to my rotting conscience. It's only the evening after the coronation.
There were some villages in far sight, but no way I could approach them without the fear of ripping my inhibitions to dust. My hands, the one of which uncovered by the warm protection of my glove, would have no hesitation to do its worse, like the foul creature it transformed into. A creature which has outcasted me from all whom I've loved. I know it hasn't even been a full day, but it felt as if the gods had done me worse than a starving rabbit unable to find anything in this retched winter.
I could always eat the snow, but I might as well be fasting on water and dirt and who knows what else, but that didn't mean I've never tried.
I'm currently huddled under a tunneled pocket below a small cliff, just under the sight of the north mountain's cold-hearted gaze. It helps with the wind chill, but at the cost of the cold drips of melting Icicles that hung above me.
My mind couldn't stop screaming at me. 'I am bored Elsa, I am Bored.' 'Just get some real food, come on.'
My stomach did all it could to pester me further down my treachery. Every other thought continued to be haunted by it. But most potently, I struggle to inhale another breath without especially being reminded of all the "teeny tiny oopsies" I've done to have deserved the rotting of my dress in the bitter cold and wet. In some ways, per-haps I couldn't complain. I shouldn't have lashed out on my sister like how I did.
I'm sorry Anna. So truly sorry. I couldn't find it in me to have done anything different. If only you could have forgiven me.