On her left side view, Elsa saw the vast expanse of the ocean, and on her right, pure flat rolling tundra as far as the eye could see. She wondered where this Forbidden Forest was that Freja had warned her so intensely about. Elsa's horse slowed down, skittish, anticipating some terrible event about to befall them. Freja slowed and turn her horse to determine what was the matter. “What's wrong?” she shouted over the roar of the waves crashing against the cliff side. “He's scared!” Elsa said, the horse's fear infecting her as well. She just couldn't shake an uneasiness about the whole situation. Freja looked at her without responding and rode forward. Elsa pushed the edge of her heels into the horse's ribs just firmly enough that the animal got the message: time to ride. Elsa assumed they were almost there, as they had been riding for three days straight. She felt along the inside of her coat for the spell Freja had given her from the spell book, just to make sure it was there. At first Elsa didn't notice the change, but she looked on her right after an hour or so to find the flat, empty tundra had somehow transformed to a dense forest, and the women rode between the darkened forest on one side and the relentless ocean on the other.
