Elsa's shrill cry reverberated through the room, sending a shiver of fear coursing through her as she clamped her eyes shut. Despite her closed eyes, she was acutely aware of what had transpired. The only possible destination for those icy projectiles was her mother. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands and body began to tremble.
"Why are you crying? We're not finished yet. Your excitement caused you to lose your concentration," Hera remarked, prompting Elsa to rush over to her and wrap her arms tightly around her mother's waist.
"Mommy! You're not hurt!" Elsa exclaimed, her emotions overflowing.
Hera smiled, touched by her daughter's deep concern. It was a testament to how much Elsa loved her. "Didn't I tell you that your mother is a powerful mage? Kingdoms in Vectus desire me to be their queen because of my power, my dear little angel. So, you don't need to worry about that minor mistake, alright?"
