The Snow Queen

Chapter 1

Sixteen year old Snow Queen. She's laying on the floor of her bathroom. It seems the Snow Queen has fallen.

The towel that's wrapped around her has made her fall a bot easier. Her hair is wet. She cries on the floor.

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"New report of Daughter E33554130C" the tired doctor cries. This girl has been her assignment for sixteen years. The monitor flicks on.

"She's fallen. Out of the shower, it seems. Laying on the floor."

The monitor flicks off.

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"Genevieve, can you hear me?" her mother yells. The Snow Queen nods. Her mother pulls the girl into her lap, cuddling her, letting her worry drench the girl.

"I'm alright, mom" the Snow Queen mumbles. Her mom nods, then helps the girl up. She helps her stumble to the closet. She helps her get dressed. She helps her lie down. The Snow Queen rubs her head.

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"Monitor on for Daughter E33554130C!" the doctor calls. The new Handler fumbles with the switches, but the monitor flicks on.

The doctor can't help but watch before calling out the scene to the Handler. The girl-Daughter E33554130C-has aged dramatically. Instead of the soft face of a sixteen year old, he is wrinkled lightly, almost like a forty-five year old.

"Miss? The scene?" the Handler calls out.

"Oh. Rubbing head, lying on couch," the doctor yells. "Don't turn off the monitor yet."

The Handler obeys. Doctor Childress sits down on the foot of E33554130C's bed and watches the monitor.

She was sure that earlier this day, Daughter E33554130C looked young.

"New report on Daughter E33554130C," the doctor says wearily. "She's aged about 30 years in three hours."

The Handler nods, scribbles things down, and turns off the monitor.

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The Snow Queen felt tired. Her face felt loose and wrinkled, but when she looked into the mirror, she felt sixteen, just like always.

"Genevieve, why are you up?" her mother asked. Genevieve stood still in front of the vintage mirror in the hallway.

"I was looking at myself. I feel older than I am. I was checking to make sure I still looked my age" Genevieve answers. Her mom chuckles and shakes her head.

"Genevieve, you look sixteen. Beautiful.. Just like always."

"Thank you, mom" Genevieve murmured. She blushed.

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The patient blushed on her bed.

"Report for Daughter E33554130C"the tired doctor forced out. The third report today. She became concerned. It was usually one report a day. Now, it was up to three.

The Handler flipped on Daughter E33554130C's monitor. She was blushing in front of a mirror with her mother standing by her.

"Embarrassed, in front of a mirror, her mom beside her" the doctor described. She heard the Handler scribble down her words. Monitor off. Doctor worried.

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The Snow Queen sits in her desk at school. Her work is simple- only a first grade level. Still, she struggles. All of the things she once knew have escaped her. Her mind goes blank.

"Genevieve, how is the work going?" her teacher asks. Genevieve nods, signifying that everything is okay, even though she found the work unbelievably hard to do. The teacher walked away. She shrank. The world got blurry. Tears began to run down the Snow Queen's face. She took deep, sharp breaths.

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It was the same drill as always. 

"New report for Daughter E33554130C" cried the doctor. Yet another worried expression took over her face.

The monitor flicked on. Daughter E33554130C was sitting at a school desk with her head down, crying over a paper.

The doctor teared up. "At school, crying over a paper."

Scribbling. The monitor ripped off. For the first time, the doctor touched Daughter E33554130C with real emotion. She placed her hand on her forehead.

When she did so, the patients tears turned to crystal. They still continued to fall easily down her face.

"I'll call you the Snow Queen" the nurse whispered. The Snow Queen's crying slowly bubbled down into nothing.

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The Snow Queen felt out of breath. There was no other way to describe it. She had ran all the way home from school in her uniform and black flats. School was just about four or five miles away from her home. She had ran because a boy-Carson McAfee-was chasing her.

He had claimed that she was his girlfriend and that she could only be with him until he tired of her. This nearly sent Genevieve to tears, but there was something stopping her from crying. It was like there was this overpowering presence that seems to not want the Snow Queen to show emotion to others.

She was like that for the rest of the day. No showed emotion. She just sat through school, walked home,s at on the couch-with no emotion for the rest of the day.

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This time, the night was calm. No disruptions from the Snow Queen. She wasn't moving at all, her breathing was calm, and the doctor slept lightly in a chair next to the patients bed. For once in both of their lives, there was nothing.

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Hands caressed her arms. Chills were sent down her spine and she gripped the comforter to calm herself down. The boy who had chased her home, Carson, was now kissing her. Genevieve was beautiful, there was no denying it. Her once little-girl blonde hair had now grown to be long and a sandy sort-of color that Carson's cellist fingers ran through. Her arms were bare because she had abandoned her gray knit sweater during a conversation with Carson. He made her flustered in a way she'd never even though possible.

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The routine in the hospital was the same.

"New report on Daughter E33554130C" the doctor yelled, thankful for the disruption from everyday life.

The monitor flicked on. A picture of the Snow Queen and someone kissing filled the doctors eyes. They broke, and something hit Doctor Lucy Childress. The boy leaving Daughter E33554130C's embrace-he was one of their own. He was Son C66228570H.