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Was she dreaming? Hallucinating? Or did she really find someone who believed her and, at least, tried to understand and help her? A few moments after she heard his kind words, she lifted up her chin to eventually gaze at him. Elsa could see it in his bright blue eyes - he was not like all the others she had come across. He was … trustworthy. Maybe the reason for her thinking was that she believed she would know him. Did she? The patient’s tired, quiet voice filled the doctor’s office. “After I came to this country, I started to search for — special people. People with certain talents or deformations. For my Freak Show. And we had a good life together, doctor, a good life.” A small pause followed and her nervousness became more obvious. She began to dig her nails into her arms as she added in a cold voice: “But you destroyed it.”

Bright blue eyes searched her face, listening to her attentively as she spoke. No small detail was unimportant, in his work. Something here would hold the key to unlocking her troubles, and so putting her back together and making her whole. He knew he could do it, but it would take time, effort, and to listen to every word she said. He paused, however, at the sudden and cold accusation.

”Me? My dear, how have I destroyed it?”

The inmate dipped her head slightly to watch her nails scratch her slender arms. It was something Elsa began to do after she was sent to Briarcliff. To make herself believe that she was not dreaming, she would dig her nails into her skin until she could feel it. The scratches on her arms only showed how often she believed to dream.

Nervously, her torso began to rock back and forth as her breathing got unruly. The simple thought of what happened - or did not happen - made her angry, even desperate. “You wanted to help me,” she blamed, “You wanted to take all this pain from me. Said you’d take me with you. But you left without me and now – now, I-I’m stuck in here. Because of you.”