And she saw indifference in its eyes…
Elsa ran away. Once, Elizabeth had asked what Elsa loved most about her. Nothing from the old body could be trusted. As she wiped her tears in the bathroom mirror, she understood: She saw the wrinkles in her face, the wear, the marks of age. To become perfect again. Eyes that looked at her with compassion, and a tongue that said things as sweet as honey. Some of it what she encountered was beautiful, but not as beautiful as what she would make. Elsa threw her arms around her creation and kissed it…but it didn’t kiss her back. The ribs expanded with the first breath, and when she felt the fingers twitch and twine around hers she gasped and whispered in furious exaltation:”It’s alive…it’s alive!”
It stood. She kissed its neck and shoulders and the hard protuberances of its nipples, letting her tongue wander. The ribs expanded with the first breath, and when she felt the fingers twitch and twine around hers she gasped and whispered in furious exaltation:”It’s alive…it’s alive!”
It stood. All the while she was planning the next steps.
