Post by Ingrid on Mar 4, 2016 1:38:43 GMT 1
It was March and spring was beginning to appear. Sure it was still cold at night and most days. But the snow was gone and flowers had started to appear. As much as Ingrid loved winter, even she had to say that she was glad when the days started to be longer. During the winter, she had made a sort of temporary home in what had been her house, the last time she was in Storybrooke. It had been trashed, when the town was fighting against her, in an attempt to find something to use against her, she assumed. But she had been sure that she would be going back to the underworld soon, so she didn't see the point in redecorating. She had, however, tossed out everything that was broken. Which had left the house quite bare. But she had gotten through a winter there, with Elsa's company from time to time. But now that she had been in Storybrooke for 2 months, it was looking like she might be staying there for a while, if not for good.
Having a home that was partially empty, was just too depressing, if it turned into being a permanent thing, being here. But Ingrid wanted it to be different this time. More 'her', than it had been before, but at the same time, not like the icy cave she had had.
It was what she was using her Sunday on. Planning and cleaning. It was a nice day, sunny and blue skies, but still pretty cold.
After another round of intense cleaning, Ingrid was walking around the house with a cup of tea between her hands. Not that she was cold, but she liked the warm feeling of the cup between her hands. She was trying to picture how she wanted the house to look, but wasn't really having any luck with it. She had never had to furnish anything in the past. The house she bought once upon a time, to live until Emma came by, had been furnished when she bought it. As had this house. So the concept was completely new to her. Ingrid was almost glad when there was a knock at her door, to take her away from this. Although she did wonder who would come to her home. Someone desperate for ice cream perhaps.
Rumplestiltskin
Having a home that was partially empty, was just too depressing, if it turned into being a permanent thing, being here. But Ingrid wanted it to be different this time. More 'her', than it had been before, but at the same time, not like the icy cave she had had.
It was what she was using her Sunday on. Planning and cleaning. It was a nice day, sunny and blue skies, but still pretty cold.
After another round of intense cleaning, Ingrid was walking around the house with a cup of tea between her hands. Not that she was cold, but she liked the warm feeling of the cup between her hands. She was trying to picture how she wanted the house to look, but wasn't really having any luck with it. She had never had to furnish anything in the past. The house she bought once upon a time, to live until Emma came by, had been furnished when she bought it. As had this house. So the concept was completely new to her. Ingrid was almost glad when there was a knock at her door, to take her away from this. Although she did wonder who would come to her home. Someone desperate for ice cream perhaps.
Rumplestiltskin