Frost

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A cold hand caressed my face. I gently moved my head and groaned. A giggle escaped from the persons mouth. She smelled like the wind and a pine forest. I pried my eyes open and rubbed them. Frost sat upright with open eyes and awake beside me. She smiled and looked at me with her blue eyes. She gracefully pulled the covers off me. Her ebony hair shinned and looked as if it were glowing. She stood up delicately and gave me her hand to help me up. I blinked at her.

"Bon, il faut que tu te reveille!"(Well, you need to wake up.) Her voice was soft but held an edge to it. I got up and shook my head. Then I gave my hand to her and she pulled me out of bed. "Vas te preparer." (Go and get ready) Then she looked at me slyly. "I can speak Anglais, you know." Then she strutted out the room leaving me to wonder what had just happened. 

I got out of bed and beelined towards my dresser. I chose what appeared to be clean clothes and put them by the bathroom. Then I turned the shower on the coldest setting. My skin was cool as the water passed over my muscles. The water reminded me of Frost. Her blue eyes that watched me with strange intensity, her black hair, her pale skin. It was so soft that I wanted to reach my hand out to touch her. I shook my head and focused on the freezing water. It began to numb my skin reminding me of how vicious Frost could be. How her blue eyes would sharpen and her glare became mockery, how intimidating she looked as her fist reached for my face. She was angry and scary. Once again I try to focus on something other than Frost. 

I can't take this anymore, I turn off the shower and walk out to grab my... nonexistent towel. Damn. I thought that I brought it in with me. Now Im going to drag water across my room to find it. So I brave myself up and walk back into my room. There in my closet it a fresh towel. I reach for it when a hand grabs mine. 

Frost stands behind me. She wears an evil smirk on her face. She walks up to me and lays a hand on my chest  while I stand naked and wet. Her eyes meet mine and I see what she is doing. I walk backwards and grab the towel to cover myself. Never have I ever been ashamed of my body. But now... My face was probably beet red and I broke out into a cold sweat. She laughed. It was more of a jeer. The smirk on her face grew. She was playing with me. Her tongue reaches out to moisten her lips. I stare at her as she walks a step closer. We are now pressed together our bodies are separated by two layers of fabric; my towel and her dress. I dont want those clothes there. I lean down as she catches my lips between hers. Her eyes glimmer maliciously. She drops my lips and whispers into my ears.

"Do you like to play?" In clear English. I stood dumbfounded as I nodded my head. She slapped me. "Good." Then she sauntered out of the room again.