Elsa looked up.
Drake and Lily were standing at the entrance of the throne room. For a few seconds she did not move, as if her eyes were playing a trick on her. Then they slowly widened, and she pushed herself off the throne and got to her feet. Her sword stayed buried in the floor behind her.
Drake and Lily looked around the room. Cracked walls, scorched stone, and the bodies of the guardians lying where they had fallen. It did not take long for them to understand that the other guardians had been taken out.
Lily walked toward Elsa. She did not say a word. She simply wrapped her arms around her and held her tight.
Elsa's shoulders shook. Then she broke.
She sobbed into Lily's arms, loud and unrestrained, the way a child cries when she has been holding it in for far too long.
"I had to watch them all die for me," she said between breaths. "It was so hard. Everything has been so hard. I missed you both. I missed Silva. I missed everything."
