HAHA! Backstory time! I knew ya'll would crave her back story cause its so unexpected and scientific!
Age: 8-9
Adgar groaned and threw his hands over his face, clearly flustered.
"Whats wrong papa?" Elsa walked up next to her father, a worried look washing over her face.
He looked down and his lips curled into a snarl.
"It's your fault!" He growled then stood to his feet.
"W-Whats my fault?" She asked, stepping backwards.
"You made your mother leave..." Adgar grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up forcefully.
"Papa!?" she cried, struggling to reach her hands up and free herself.
"You let her leave! It's all your fault!"
Elsa's eyes widened as he lifted her higher, chocking on her own tears.
"Papa..." She chocked, gasping for air.
To her surprise, he didn't seem angry, he seemed like he was... enjoying it. Adgar dropped her, not checking to see if she was ok.
"I swear if you tell anybody what I just did I'll make you miserable..."
Elsa nodded, speechless.
"Now, go play with that stupid dog..."
She left in a matter of seconds. Once she got to her room, she went over to the kennel and greeted her dog. Olaf.
"Hello Olaf..." she said, starring at the pile of blood stained bones.
Her father had killed her dog years ago, but those few bones kept her company for along time. She would sometimes even sleep with the cracked skull with the bullet hole through the side of the head.
"Dog say Woof Elsa! Dog Woof! Dog Woof!" she did the imaginary voice she had created for him.
"I know Olaf, dog go woof..."
Hehe, now you know why in chapter 1 she says 'dog go woof' haha! A blast from the past!
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