Elsa felt something scrabble across her hand. It was light and had many legs - a spider probably, but who knew in this place?

Elsa could see nothing. At first she had thought she must be blindfolded or her eyes covered in some way, but as she’d come slowly to her senses she had realised that the room itself was completely dark - almost impossibly so. As she’d scanned around the room, she could actually feel pupils of her eyes straining, almost painfully, trying to pick use what light there must surely be, even in a place like this.

But there was only nothing, there were no windows to let in light; no cracks in the walls; no holes in the roof; she presumed there must be a door to the room, but there was no feint glimmer of light along the floor to tell her where it was, or to illuminate her surroundings.

It was eerie, as if all light had been stolen away, to be replaced only by thick, inky blackness. Elsa had feared that if it had not been for her other senses, the complete lack of visual input may have driven her mad already.

But there was sound. She could her rain water seeping in from somewhere, trickling down one of the other walls somewhere in the distance, giving her some indication of how large this room was, and it was immense - she could sense no echoes from her own movements, other than from the two walls she could reach

For there was touch too of course. Elsa was chained to some sort of wall, cold hard steel around her wrist attached by a long chain to rough brick work, which was cold and dank - she could smell the decay of the old stone, covered in lichen, but there was no moss, further confirming just how dark it was in here.

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She’s in a dungeon. Stuff happens. Er, yeah.