Vienna, Early '39.
The leftover snow gathered in knee high piles laid on either side of the road's margins, creating a hypothetical shield between the pedestrians and cars. The train whistled its deafening song, signalling its departure as worried mothers fluttered their cheap handkerchiefs at their sons and daughters.
Standing a bit too close to the train tracks, she had to resist the urge not to cover her ears as the train whistled a second, third and fourth time as it restarted its journey. The sound of the moving wheels - rough and slow - drummed in her chest powerfully enough to synchronise her heartbeat's pace with it, or so it felt. The next train to Hungary was three days from then, a great peace of information in case she wanted to escape from the dreadful choices she was forced into by her mother and father. Due to economical problems, the Héderváry and Edelstein household decided to merge, hence the reason why the Hungarian family was required to move. As a 20 year old woman without a husband nor siblings, she had no other choice but obey the decisions taken by her parents. Not that she minded too much, but she didn't think they would ever need to move, let alone out of the country.
Slightly she bent her knees and upper body to reach the handles of her baggages and paced towards the car that would take her to her new home.
Home... how detestable.
She watched the moving scenery of the fancy looking architecture and shops with melancholy as they passed them. Her chin rested in her hand as her elbow supported her against the closed door. It wasn't too different from the Hungarian capital, but she could sense the alien land. The air, atmosphere and people were all different. She didn't feel welcomed at all.
Elizaveta clasped her hands together in her lap and let her head fall back against the backrest of the chair, filling her rising chest as she inhaled through her nose. Her green eyes rolled back as she closed her lids, aimlessly waiting to fall asleep or rest, but to no avail for the bumped road prevented her from relaxing her muscles one bit.
Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped and she opened her eyes almost instantly. That was it? She was "home"? The Hungarian held that pose for a little while and tipped her head to the right side where said house was. It was bigger than their house, that was for sure.