[REQUESTED]

When you arrived at the Freak Show, Elsa was furious. She was born to shine, with her beauty, talent, and charisma, and believed she deserved all the public's attention. But you… you stole her spotlight. You were born with a rare condition called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, which makes your joints move in remarkable ways. Known as "the contortionist," you dedicated yourself immensely to perfecting your act. Deep down, your greatest wish was to please Elsa and receive a compliment from her. However, your mere presence seemed to disgust her.

As days, weeks, and months passed, many things happened. Some of the freaks died, and Ethel's death, in particular, took everyone by surprise. The "accident" was so… staged, it seemed more than just a simple accident. It soon became clear that Elsa had killed Ethel. She was never as good as she appeared; in reality, she only cared about Ma Petite, who was now dead, and Pepper, who was "safe" with her sister. Everyone had turned their backs on her and was planning to kill her, but you couldn’t let that happen.

It was night, raining, and the cold made you want to retreat to your tent and ignore what you needed to tell Elsa. But despite that, you knew you had to confront the situation. When you entered Elsa's tent, she recognized you by your long hair, which almost touched the ground, giving you an air of mystery, even a bit frightening. Without wasting any time, you explained the situation. Elsa seemed stunned, her face a mix of disbelief and panic.

“This is impossible. My monsters love me. I’m like a mother to them!”

Elsa refused to believe it, shaking her head and avoiding eye contact, unable to accept that you were telling the truth… After a few moments of silence, she looked at you again, appearing so vulnerable that it made your heart ache to see her in that state.

“And where should I go? And why did you save me? You have reasons to kill me too…”