Riding on her horse, she galloped as fast as she can, with only the mediocre scent emanating from her body left lingering behind.
Ignoring all that is within her range of sight, and only focusing her head up, looking at the Wyverns who continue to fly non-stop toward the direction her city is in.
With the gaze she uses to look at the Wyverns above, one could easily discern the desperation in her heart, wishing, if only she could fly, she would have raced herself upward and confronted the Wyverns before they get to the city.
"faster, faster!".
She says, urging the horse to go even faster than it already is, forcing it to push past its limits.
Elsa rode for hours before she had the chance to see the doors of her city from a distance away. Unfortunately for her, the horse she was on, wasn't as fast as the Wyverns soaring in the sky.
Her relieved face when she had almost gotten to her city gates turned sour after seeing smoke erupting from within the city itself.