She slowly walked up to her mother, she knew her Father would snap if she was in the vicinity of the older didn't care not now, anyway, the question she had was to important. "Mama?" The raven haired beauty started, asking for her mother's attention.

"Yes, my Elf?" Melena asked, using the nickname she only used when she was sure Frex would be gone. Trying to calm the green girl, while getting her to talk.

"I was wondering," The toddler whispered.

"And. might I ask, what you were wondering?" The mother asked, she tried using manners, because Frex it seemed had lost those, especially towards the girl, his daughter.

"Why don't I fit in? Everyone else looks different from me, and they act different too! So why do I stick out?" Elphaba questioned, even at her tender age she knew she didn't fit in, she knew where she stood.

Melena's heart shattered for the kid, she was different, yes, but it was a great, amazing type of different. "Because, my dear you are unique, and the word normal is an illusion. You're sweet, and kind no matter what others say." She resided to saying, instead of the other thing, her Elf wasn't ready for that yet.

The girl was different, but unique had never passed through her mind. No people called unique where, stunning. She was ugly, as the other kids say, meaning she was ugly. That's what the world saw, meaning that was who she was.

Now with him, with Fiyero. She felt beautiful, not Glinda beautiful, no being that stunning was normal. She was gorgeous in her own green way, unique as her mother had called her.

"Beautiful," the Vinkun whispered, caressing her cheek.

She smiled for though, the world saw an ugly, wicked monster. The people who mattered saw her as a stunning girl, even with her 'oddities'. So maybe, just maybe, that's what people mean when they say, Beauty is only able to be found, by those willing to look.