Elsa’s Final Stance
In a clearing amidst blooming flowers and green grass, Elsa stands—or rather, does not stand—in a state of profound stillness. Her once-free spirit is now bound by ropes that restrict every movement, leaving her muscles aching under the relentless tension. The ropes are so unyielding that even the slightest shift would bring pain, yet she cannot find relief, trapped as she is in this torturous position. Clear tape covers her mouth, sealed with a magic that only the utmost concentration could unravel, leaving her voice silenced and her world reduced to silence. Around her, the air is thick with summer’s scent, yet it is all beyond her reach, for she is encased in a bubble as thin as a child’s birthday balloon, impenetrable and eternal.
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