Second Flake [written]

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's with a dark sort of humor that Elsa muses over how thankful she was that the creature she had run into a week prior had not torn off her dominant arm. It means she's not left even more useless than she is now. And it also means she can pen a note that she's been meaning to get out for the past few days, but with the lingering haze of pain and medication - and her sister's near-constant fretting - she never got a chance to until now.]

To those that helped me early last week, the hooded man and the clinic worker;

I cannot thank you enough for what you have done. The both of you saved my life after I was disfigured by that grotesque creature, and comforted my sister when I was unable to. Let it be known that the Queen of Arendelle is in your debt, and it is a price I know I will not be able to repay easily. If you are ever in need of my services, please, do not hesitate to call on me.