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An eerie silence came over Elsa’s bedroom as a snowstorm raged outside. The normally vibrant town below was oddly silent at this time of night. This pervasive silence was then broken as the sounds of screams, inhuman groans, and the sound of glass breaking echoed up from the town and towards the castle. As the sounds of agonized terror reached their peak, the sound of something being thrown against the door echoed through the room as the door to her bedroom was sharply rattled and almost cracked down the middle. The door then opened slowly, revealing a figure.

A woman with pallid skin, a somber expression, a shaved head, what looked like ceremonial garbs, and wholly yellow eyes that glowed in the dark stepped into view. She wasn’t beautiful, but far from ugly. She just seemed… Average. She slowly, yet methodically walked up to Elsa’s bed, which seemed threatening to the ice queen. The woman lightly touched Elsa’s cheek, and held a finger to her lips.

Immediately, the young queen felt something in her throat. After much gagging and coughing, Elsa vomited blood all over the woman’s dress and coughed up her own vocal cords. Strangely, the woman’s garb stayed pristine, as if the blood had simply bounced right off it. Then, the woman slowly pried open one of Elsa’s eyes, reached in, and effortlessly plucked an eye from its socket. What should’ve been screams were reduced to a gargling sound as the woman slowly did the same to first the queen’s other eye, her tongue, and her nose. All the while, the woman’s expression did not change. Didn’t even twitch.

The woman then traced her finger from the top of Elsa’s septum to her navel and drew her hand back. A red line faded into view as Elsa started to violently shake, almost as if she was having a pain-induced seizure. Without warning, the line gave way, spilling out more internal organs and blood than Elsa herself could ever supply. After the show, the room was covered in three feet of blood and organs, with Elsa’s body cavity empty and laying on the bed. Yet still the woman’s clothes were clean.


Sending another presence in the room, the woman turns to face the new occupant and kneels down, as if ready to accept punishment. FINISH HER!

Sorry about the copy-paste…

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