Post by Ingrid on Jan 4, 2016 13:05:17 GMT 1
Living in the magical worlds could be .. interesting at times. One second you could be in the worst place that you had ever known, also called the underworld, and in the next, you could be on the street of Storybrooke. A place where you'd lived a good chunk of your life, but that you'd never thought you'd see again.
She recognized it instantly. The sign over her own ice cream shop, giving it away quite quickly. But what Ingrid didn't understand was how, or why she had suddenly been spared from the horrors of her personal hell. When she had first arrived in the underworld, she had been happy about it, because she thought it meant, she would be with her sisters. But she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, of course it wouldn't. Ingrid had never stopped searching for them. But she had been haunted by their voices, calling her a monster and a freak. With the silence that was all she heard now, she realized that she hadn't been going crazy. It was just her personal purgatory - it was her punishment, for all the terrible things she had done in pursuit of happiness. But at least there she had had the chance of finding them, they were there, she knew they were. Being back in Storybrooke, meant that she no longer had the chance on finding them. They were still down there, at least, as far as she knew. Maybe they had come back to live too, only they would have gone back to Arendelle, not Storybrooke. Maybe they were with Anna and Elsa right now. She would have to find that out later. For now, she still needed to figure out how she had come here.
It wasn't before she started moving, that Ingrid found out just how tired she was. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten here in the first place, but it seemed that it had been quite the struggle. The magic kind of struggle, she could feel it in her mind, it felt like .. butter spread too thinly over a piece of toast. Her stomach grumbled at the thought. She could still feel the magic tingle at her fingertips, but that was all. At least it was still there. Living without magic was almost worse than being shun for having it.
Ingrid slowly made her way towards Grannies, she had never been a regular there, since she did know how to cook and being alone suited her better. Plus she had never been invited to the parties or for dinner. But at the moment she didn't have anywhere to go. All she could do was hope that no one would kill her, the moment she stepped through the door. Some of them still had to hate her for the curse she had cast, but hopefully some would remember that she was the one who had lifted it too.
The small bell rang out, as she pushed the door open. Ingrid had been able to hear voices from the outside, but as soon as the door closed behind her, it sounded like everyone stopped talking. Not sure what to say, she just looked around hoping not to meet too many angry eyes.
Emma Swan
She recognized it instantly. The sign over her own ice cream shop, giving it away quite quickly. But what Ingrid didn't understand was how, or why she had suddenly been spared from the horrors of her personal hell. When she had first arrived in the underworld, she had been happy about it, because she thought it meant, she would be with her sisters. But she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, of course it wouldn't. Ingrid had never stopped searching for them. But she had been haunted by their voices, calling her a monster and a freak. With the silence that was all she heard now, she realized that she hadn't been going crazy. It was just her personal purgatory - it was her punishment, for all the terrible things she had done in pursuit of happiness. But at least there she had had the chance of finding them, they were there, she knew they were. Being back in Storybrooke, meant that she no longer had the chance on finding them. They were still down there, at least, as far as she knew. Maybe they had come back to live too, only they would have gone back to Arendelle, not Storybrooke. Maybe they were with Anna and Elsa right now. She would have to find that out later. For now, she still needed to figure out how she had come here.
It wasn't before she started moving, that Ingrid found out just how tired she was. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten here in the first place, but it seemed that it had been quite the struggle. The magic kind of struggle, she could feel it in her mind, it felt like .. butter spread too thinly over a piece of toast. Her stomach grumbled at the thought. She could still feel the magic tingle at her fingertips, but that was all. At least it was still there. Living without magic was almost worse than being shun for having it.
Ingrid slowly made her way towards Grannies, she had never been a regular there, since she did know how to cook and being alone suited her better. Plus she had never been invited to the parties or for dinner. But at the moment she didn't have anywhere to go. All she could do was hope that no one would kill her, the moment she stepped through the door. Some of them still had to hate her for the curse she had cast, but hopefully some would remember that she was the one who had lifted it too.
The small bell rang out, as she pushed the door open. Ingrid had been able to hear voices from the outside, but as soon as the door closed behind her, it sounded like everyone stopped talking. Not sure what to say, she just looked around hoping not to meet too many angry eyes.
Emma Swan