Frost

1

Xavier

I dug about in my coat pocket as I tried to find my key and not drop the frozen girl. My hand were numb as were my cheeks, my ears, my nose and various other parts. I located the key and slid it into the key hole. The door opened gracefully as I sauntered into the large sized house. I didn't even bother shutting the door. I walked into the sitting room and dumped the girl on one of the modern couches. Then I walked beck to shut the door and remove my coat and take off my shoes. I flexed my sore arms and stretched my cold muscles. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a hot chocolate. While the water was boiling I went to check in on the girl.

She needs a nickname. What about Frost. That seemed to fit her. I felt like I should wake her up. The boiling water was ready thought so I went to finish making my hot chocolate. I took a teaspoon of cocoa powder and stirred  the mixture then I added a bunch of whipped cream on top. Just as I was finishing  I heard a loud scream from the couch.

I put my hot chocolate down on the counter and rushed to Frost. Her eyes were wide and blue. I covered my ears with my hands and approached her. Her frosted brow was scrunched up and tears were just starting to pour out of her eyes. I knelt down in front of her. She closed her mouth. I removed my hands from my ears. Her breath came in short pants. She was hyperventilating. I carefully picked my way towards the couch to sit next to her. I rubbed her back gently. I didn't say anything for the fear of upsetting her.  Frost calmed her breathing. 

"My name is Xavier. Whats yours?" I said this in a calm voice. She looked at me. 

"Mon nom est Evangeline." (My name is Evangeline)She was speaking French. Thank goodness I took French.

"Je m'apelle Xavier." (My name is Xavier) I said with difficulty. My accent sounded terrible and my tongue felt thick. "J'aimerais vous appeller Givre." (I would like to call  you frost.) She looked at me bizarrely. Then she laughed. She laugh sounded like bells. It was delicate and beautiful. She reached bihind her head where her bun was, and removed the elastic holding it in place. Her shinny black hair swirled around her pale face like a veil. I laughed uneasily. "Vous riez a moi?" (Are you laughing at me?) She nodded her head. 

"Ton Francais est vraiment mauvait."(Your French is really bad.) Then just as suddenly as her laugh she stopped. Her face turned to stone again. She looked at me angrily before pushing me off the couch with a lot of force. She pinned me down on the floor and punched my face then she got up and left the room. I was in shock. My face felt frozen where she had punched it.

I got up and retrieved my hot chocolate. The whipped cream had melted into the drink and it didn't look as good as before. I swallowed it in a few gulps before going to look for her. I walked out the living room and up the staircase. I arrived in my room. She was lying on the floor. I walked silently towards her. I scooped her up delicately and gently placed her on my bed. She turned around still sleeping. Her arms flailed looking for something. 

"Julian." She gasped quietly. "Where are you?" She stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep. Eventually I slept beside her.