Pollution

My soul is spiraling in frozen

Elsa Winterfell

fractals all around

A hop, skip and a jump away from where she once had stood. The lower altitudes made her feel vulnerable and her arctic white fur didn't blend in well into the woods and she desperately searched for another pathway that would lead to some high and snowy place. When she was scared, like she was now, she feared the worst and expected the worst. A gulp as she pushed towards the north where she could see The Wall in the distance. She caught a scent and narrowed her eyes. Conceal it. Don't feel it. She told herself the words her parents had told her.


Her mother and father had led her to believe that she had a power. They led her to see herself as a sorcerer and a monster. She was terrified and that is why she had left her birth pack in the first place. She pushed farther from the scent, downwind of the wolf and with the silence she had come to appreciate. She just hoped that the woman would not notice her.