The Elves

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Silence.

Embraced and breathing.

Hope and Noah, stood in the living room.

No warmth could comfort the new feeling in their home.

Frost crept on the edges of the fragile glass.

Flakes of the cold, reincarnated in solid form, flowed.

Breaths and pants could be seen in the homes and outside of everyone's mouths.

Shudders.

Scared.

What was this?

Mothers cradled they're children.

Fathers cradled their families, a attempt to protect from the cold.

No words.

Only fear.

Was this the reason for not sayin-

A bell rang.

Casting any thoughts off.

The Queen on her royal baloney.

Gold duvets if robes engulfing her whole body.

Heads turned, their grey skin now the colour to the cold.

And unmelted.

The unhealthy.

A weary face she wore.

Lifting a hand covered in fabrics, she touched her throat. Clearing it.

It was gloved.

No one has never seen any skin from queen.

Only her neck to ankles.

Clothed at all times, silk wrapped with mined gold bangles up to her thighs a and arms.

No one knew.

Except her. Herself.

Dry, her mouth was.

"I resure you, my people that everything is under control. If there is any one...... Anyone... Who was not touched by this, this, this, Thing!
The royal guards will collect you safely, until further notice, stay together in your homes. Thank you from your loyal Queen! "

Again with a turn, behind the high beige doors.

Hope and Noah hugged and tried to keep warm.

................. >~<.................

Seven hours.

The guards searched and handed out blankets and makeshift heaters.

Never ever, no one ever thought this could happen.

The creeping Frost covered the brown and maroon grass.

Crunchs only heard, from the guards sandals pressing down.

Seven hours and no turn up of on one untouched by the cold.

The last hour.

A small flame danced in the frosted windows of the home.

Sunlight it mimicked.

Warm.

"Do you think this is the last one?"

The guard named Caleb said, as he rubbed my shoulders.

" I hope, I only hope, my brother"

The guard named Seb, with a hint glee of hope in his small smile, breathing deep to turn they're nerves off.

*knock, knock*

"We are the royal guards of the Red Clay Palace tribe, Are any of you the untouched? Open this door"

Seb informed with his hands behind his back tucked.

Heart pounding.

No answer.

Seconds.

Felt like hours.

The sounds of things moving, was heard.

Crunching of their build up frost pushing underneath the door, was the sound of relief.

In frame, the untouched.

Hope and Noah.

Duvets and all clothing drenched over their bodies.

Smiling, was all he done as he saw their golden brown skin.