of her mind the instant she became aware of its birth, for fear of what the feeling she had developed for the man might mean for her future. She wiped the sweat from the palms of her hand.
“Listen to me for just a second,” Elsa said, looking at all three of them. “We are not to speak of this to anyone in the village until I figure out what to do. Do you understand what I'm saying, Chloe and Sarah?”
“Of course. But why? Father O'Grady would not have allowed the man to stay in our town if he was a danger. Did you not hear his sermon today?”
“I did. But this is different. You have crossed a line both he and the rest of your guardians have warned you about. This time there will be consequences that you cannot ignore. I am thinking about your safety, do you see?” Both the girls nodded in agreement. “I do not enjoy keeping secrets from my people,” Elsa continued, “but you have given no choice.”
“We understand,” Sarah said, looking worried.
CHAPTER 4
Elsa undressed from services for the day, and as she took off her top, she noticed a red smear on the white cotton area of her brazier. Her fingers were smeared with red, and she wondered for a brief moment whether the ivy had thorns on it. But she wasn't bleeding. She went over to the water basin on the table, splashing water on her fingers, leaving a faint pink across the skin. Elsa poured a dollop of water on the area on her cotton dress which was smeared with red. But the water only diluted the color. Panicking, Elsa scrubbed the area harder and harder, making only a small dint in restoring the white on her dress. She began to breathe heavily, feeling as if the evil forest was on its way right now, this night, ready to close her in its grasp forever. The sounds around her tiny cabin home, normally a faint and reassuring gesture from the natural world, in that moment posed a sinister overtone to her life. Elsa felt more isolated with every passing moment, in the faint yellow light that cast a tint across her face, creating playful shadows on the wall, where the white light from her gas lamp and the moonlight intermingled, casting a magical tint over everyday angles and familiar objects in her house. The blue-tinted darkness of the night, spilling through the window, blurred the boundary in Elsa's mind between her real life and the imaginary place in her head, a place she had been warned was dangerous to ever-shackling freedom, but the sight of the red ivy tonight, along with the memory of the strange man from the forest recalled by it, weakened Elsa's resolve. There was something in that man she longed to understand and know, in a more comprehensive way than she had ever known her schoolmates or life mates.
She tried to calm herself, as she crawled into her clean bed sheets, alone in her room, with only the candle at her nightstand and the quiet of the town as it fell asleep with her. She lay in bed, her thoughts circling around that mysterious man with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. That night, she had a dream about Lili, standing at the edge of the forest, with her back to the town. In Elsa's dream, she could not speak, and try though she might to get Lili's attention, warning her not to enter the forest, Elsa could not make a sound. Elsa waved her hands up in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs, but to no avail, as her dream world kept her silent. Before she took her first steps into the Forbidden Forest, Lili took one look back at the crowd of people gathered near the church, her eyes blood shot and bleary from the incessant longing for her son, her gaze piercing through Elsa's perspective. Elsa felt like Lili was staring straight through her, and as Lili turned back and made her way into the forest, Elsa's heart sank with every step Lili took. Then Elsa bolted out of bed, her heart racing, her stomach drenched in sweat, her head pounding.
Lili, she thought, may have returned from the brink of the abyss with her son in tow,
“Listen to me for just a second,” Elsa said, looking at all three of them. “We are not to speak of this to anyone in the village until I figure out what to do. Do you understand what I'm saying, Chloe and Sarah?”
“Of course. But why? Father O'Grady would not have allowed the man to stay in our town if he was a danger. Did you not hear his sermon today?”
“I did. But this is different. You have crossed a line both he and the rest of your guardians have warned you about. This time there will be consequences that you cannot ignore. I am thinking about your safety, do you see?” Both the girls nodded in agreement. “I do not enjoy keeping secrets from my people,” Elsa continued, “but you have given no choice.”
“We understand,” Sarah said, looking worried.
CHAPTER 4
Elsa undressed from services for the day, and as she took off her top, she noticed a red smear on the white cotton area of her brazier. Her fingers were smeared with red, and she wondered for a brief moment whether the ivy had thorns on it. But she wasn't bleeding. She went over to the water basin on the table, splashing water on her fingers, leaving a faint pink across the skin. Elsa poured a dollop of water on the area on her cotton dress which was smeared with red. But the water only diluted the color. Panicking, Elsa scrubbed the area harder and harder, making only a small dint in restoring the white on her dress. She began to breathe heavily, feeling as if the evil forest was on its way right now, this night, ready to close her in its grasp forever. The sounds around her tiny cabin home, normally a faint and reassuring gesture from the natural world, in that moment posed a sinister overtone to her life. Elsa felt more isolated with every passing moment, in the faint yellow light that cast a tint across her face, creating playful shadows on the wall, where the white light from her gas lamp and the moonlight intermingled, casting a magical tint over everyday angles and familiar objects in her house. The blue-tinted darkness of the night, spilling through the window, blurred the boundary in Elsa's mind between her real life and the imaginary place in her head, a place she had been warned was dangerous to ever-shackling freedom, but the sight of the red ivy tonight, along with the memory of the strange man from the forest recalled by it, weakened Elsa's resolve. There was something in that man she longed to understand and know, in a more comprehensive way than she had ever known her schoolmates or life mates.
She tried to calm herself, as she crawled into her clean bed sheets, alone in her room, with only the candle at her nightstand and the quiet of the town as it fell asleep with her. She lay in bed, her thoughts circling around that mysterious man with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. That night, she had a dream about Lili, standing at the edge of the forest, with her back to the town. In Elsa's dream, she could not speak, and try though she might to get Lili's attention, warning her not to enter the forest, Elsa could not make a sound. Elsa waved her hands up in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs, but to no avail, as her dream world kept her silent. Before she took her first steps into the Forbidden Forest, Lili took one look back at the crowd of people gathered near the church, her eyes blood shot and bleary from the incessant longing for her son, her gaze piercing through Elsa's perspective. Elsa felt like Lili was staring straight through her, and as Lili turned back and made her way into the forest, Elsa's heart sank with every step Lili took. Then Elsa bolted out of bed, her heart racing, her stomach drenched in sweat, her head pounding.
Lili, she thought, may have returned from the brink of the abyss with her son in tow,
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