Elphaba shrieked. Nessa began to cry and wave her chubby legs. Nanny, taking a mid-afternoon nap, snored obliviously. Frex rushed outside and cradled Nessa in his arms. He checked her over and, finding nothing out of the ordinary, looked to his eldest daughter. She was rocking on the ground, clutching her bleeding ankle and biting back tears. His question was unfair and biased. It made anger rise in the back of Elphaba's throat. "What did you do to Nessa?"