Frost

Prologue

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Prologue

    You can run little snow angel, but you can't hide forever... I'll find you eventually, and when I do.... You will be sorry! The thick raspy voice boomed into the Frost's twelve-year-old head, slowly fading away as she drifted aimlessly in the sinister darkness of space. A disaster had just struck Ixnau 51, erasing not only Frost's whole family tree off the surface of the planet, but wiping out the entire species. Except Frost. Somehow she had managed to escaped the crisis before it managed to put her on the "Dead" list.

    Frost crouched in her ball of ice, listening to the rapid pace of her own heartbeat. She couldn't believe it was happening. To her, it was simply beyond belief; it was unthinkable.

    Should I be sad? Should I be angry? Or should I be glad because I'm alive? she wondered. Minutes passed as she finally decided she was sad. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them tight. One by one, silent tears dripped down her pale cheeks and froze on the tip of her chin, dropping to the floor of her round bubble and shattering like glass.

    What do I do? she asked herself. I can sleep. Sleep until I reach another planet... I'll just make my bubble a lot more stable and strong... Yes, that's exactly what'll I'll do. She crawled slowly to her knees and lightly touched the top of the bubble with her long slender finger. Slowly, the bubble became thicker and colder than ever. Minus forty degrees Celsius at least. But Frost, being an Ice-Angel, enjoyed the cold; it soothed her pain and made her feel nice inside.

    After about a minute of thickening the ice bubble, Frost laid back down; doing that always made her more worn out than ever. The bubble was now at least thirty centimeters thick.

    A Icelette this thick can at least last me for six years. By then, I will have found another planet full of life. As long as I'm in this Icelette, nothing can hurt me. Six years of sleep. It'll go by quickly. She tried to convince herself, yet awfully failing. Though by now, even thinking was draining her energy. Six peaceful years... And with that, she placed her hand on the icy surface and closed her eyes. She drifted into deep peaceful sleep, like an weary animal going into the proscess of hibernation.

            The Icelette drifted for three short years, carrying the last unharmed Ice-Angel in it, and found it's way to a planet full of life, a planet that goes by the name Earth.