Elsa opened her eyes and slowly sat up at the edge of the bed. Beatrice hurriedly pulled out something from her leather scrip and put it on Elsa's head.
"This is the best I can do. I cannot find any good horse hair outside the castle," Beatrice said after helping Elsa wear the wig that she was told to make. "I also made this to cover your nose and mouth. We tell the guards that you are a sick servant in case they stop us from leaving." Beatrice added before she swiftly wrapped Elsa with a cloak and helped her stand up.
"Can you walk, My Queen?" Beatrice asked.
"I think I can, I feel much better now," Elsa said.
"Let's not bring anything anymore, but ourselves. Let's move," Beatrice was the first one to walk out of the room to check the hall. When she didn't see anyone, she briskly helped Elsa walk towards the stairs that the servants used.
