On the short journey to Riverwood Elsa took no time to change. She and Ralof walked and conversed as they made their way. Ralof was sure to point out Bleak Falls Barrow. Elsa never did like that place. She had never been there but it was sure to hold ruins and draugr and all sorts of dark things that should be dead. The living dead was something that always gave Elsa chills.
They had arrived at the gate to Riverwood when Elsa saw the exit to her mother's old escape hatch was open. Elsa rushed over to close it before searching the area closely.
"Elsa!" she heard a chorus of children call.
Elsa turned and saw some of the village children running towards her. Elsa knelt down and laughed as they hugged her.
"You didn't cause too much trouble for Freya and the old man I hope."
"Well…"
Elsa laughed.
"Elsa," one of the boys, Hamid, said meekly, "My parents they…"
Elsa recalled Hamid's father, Torlof, being burned by the dragon but saw no signs of his mother.
"I don't know I didn't see them. I'm sure they made it safely and are on their way to Whiterun to try to find you."
Hamid smiled and nodded. He believed Elsa.
"Elsa," Freya hugged Elsa, "Thank the nine you're safe."
"Careful where you say that Freya, this is imperial territory."
"I'm glad you're safe too father." Elsa rolled her eyes.
"Elsa, someone needs to alert the Jarl of Whiterun. We will make our way to Whiterun but you will get there much faster than us. You need to get to the Jarl and tell him what happened."
Elsa sighed, "Then can I take a nap? Getting out wasn't as easy for me you know."
Freya rolled her eyes, "You can hibernate if you want but there are things you need to do first."
Elsa recalled that conversation in her head as she fought her way through Bleak Falls Barrow.
She wasn't getting that nap any time soon.