Elsa's POV
I clutched tighter on the side of the swing, feeling unsettled and tired for a reason I could not predict.
My bones and jaw were sore vexed, it was like a heavy burden was laying on them.
"Elsa, so this is where you are?"
I held firmly onto the swing, trying to control its movement to become slower. "Mom?" I directly etched back to look at her and she smiled at me. My mother, as beautiful as she was… She was in a red dress, wearing bright makeup that suited her very glowy skin. She was beautiful and her eyes were as bright as many stars.
"Yes," I replied. My mother had quite a feat in being the right woman and someday I hoped that I could be as bright as her. Even if I didn't, let her just be proud of me.
Mother moved closer to me and I settled down on the swing, but whe
