Mike Wazoski x Olaf

Crossing Paths

I was strolling along a snowy trail, admiring the beauty of the snow covered trees and the icicles jutting off of their branches as flurries of snow slowly drifted down the the ground, landing peacefully in a soft blanket of snow. The wind swirled around me, singing me ghostly howl as it blew it almost sounding like a lullaby. I continued to follow the trail, the snow letting out a crunch beneath my stubby feet as I stepped on it. After what seemed like an eternity of walking the trail through the snow covered forest I finally reached a secluded pond like body of water in the middle of the woods, I gazed at it and all of it's beauty savoring every single bit of it.  It was crater shaped and was surrounded by plants covered in a clear layer of ice, perfectly preserved and still as if they were frozen in time, breathtaking formations of ice looked as if they were sculpted by a master artist.  I skipped over to a wooden bench and sat down by the edge of the pound, enjoying its calm, quiet and peaceful atmosphere finally feeling at peace with myself.
A rag was place over mouth and nose from behind jerking my head back hitting my head against the bench, I kicked my stubby legs as hard as I could and squirmed in a feeble attempt to wiggle out of my attackers strong grasps, I also flailed my tiny stick arms as well but once again it was no use, this persons grip was too strong.  I tried to scream but no sound was made, tears flowed down my cheeks as I started hyperventilating inhaling the rag and second later everything went black...

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I blinked my eyes open, adjusting to my blurry
vision before realizing I was laying on a rough dark grey carpet, to the right was a red rusted monkey wrench and a pile of wood besides me and to left was three buckets of paint and a paint scraper. My body jolted up and down as over what seemed to be over a bump, then it finally dawned over me. I was in the back of someone's van...

To Be Continued...