Ylfa Snorgelsson - Blog Posts

so um. the neverafter finale had me rolling and for some reason I spent my evening making this even though it’s a bit shit. ylfa and pinnochio are cute and so funny and bless this cast for making the past twenty weeks more bearable than before.

I think at this point a fight between ylfa and La Bête is coming and I'm so excited for it. These two are the same, while also being completely different.

Here are my thoughts

Ylfa did not want to eat the wolf, but had to to survive. While la Bête ate her captor with absolute delight.

The moment when those two spoke in the library ylfa realized that she faced someone who truly embraced all aspects of being a beast, especially the gruesome parts and she thrives on her willingness to exact violence. Which makes sense in a way since la Bête took the power from her captor to become something mightier, someone who isn't helpless. La Bête isn‘t evil, she is being herself, truly every living out every part of her soul.

The same can‘t be said for our best girl.

Ylfa is afraid of cruelty, she wants to be kind and seen as such. I think seeing someone is the same as her but who doesn't hold the same fears as her scares her a bit (Especially knowing that la Bête might use violence on her and would have no hesitation about it probably).

I do hope tho that that she is "redeemable" cuz there is big hairy bloodthirsty sister vibes here.

This is my interpretation of ylfa‘s design from Neverafter.

I‘d like to imagine ylfa with a huge axe cuz girls who face death and befriend it deserve a huge axe.

Remembered the time I did a Ylfa fanart for one of my classes

yilfa snorgelsson // on earth we're briefly gorgeous

Our ragged, bloodstained girl in red. Flesh stained teeth, earth crusted nails. An animal-girl.

Girlhood knows red. She knows of blood and the hollowing hunger that resides in the pit of stomachs. She knows her way around organs and the fresh scent of danger. Girlhood knows of red eyes, red hands, red tongue licking a full, satisfied smile.

Red waits with the Creature resting on her grandmother’s bed. It lies with one paw over the other. It yawns and sleeps and bares its neck. It waits for inevitability. Fear wears the clothes of love.

“If you cannot eat, you will die. This is the Law.”

Tears swell at the corners of the girl’s eyes. Who are these tears for, my child? Humanity lays at the corners of her eyes. She wipes them with the back of her hand.

Hunger and hunger and hunger grips the girls stomach. Starvation. Instincts. Animal.

She lays the iron weapon into the Creature’s skull.

Red Riding Hood devours her shadow. She rips apart fur, finds the critical spot where the meat comes apart the easiest, where the heart pounds and fades the quickest.

She splits the skull apart, pulling the strings that have tormented her Story many times told. She strays the path and follows her instincts. Animal.

She eats. She eats and drinks and swallows. Bright red. Raw meat. She picks the fur and guts out of her teeth. She wipes her mouth on the collar of her white dress and her hands at her thighs. “My teeth were made to eat you”.

Unrecognisable child. People fear you the way they feared the Big Bad Wolf. What have you done? Predator claws and ears grow from her body. Alien, familiar. Maturity, mortality, humanity, innocence— the blood at the end of girlhood.

“I met death, and Death wants me to live.”