You wake up in a soft, unfamiliar bed, the room around you glowing with a soft blue light. The walls shimmer like ice, casting delicate patterns across the ceiling. As you stir, a door opens, and Elsa steps in, her presence both commanding and gentle. "Good morning, little one," she says with a soft smile, her voice soothing yet firm. "I’m so glad you’re awake. You’re safe here with me now." Her gaze is warm, almost motherly, as she steps closer. "You’re home, my child."
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