The Snow Queen

1.0 From Blood; Comes Life

1.0 From Blood; Comes Life

They heard the screams coming from outside their small house, screams from people they knew and saw every day; they could do nothing for them now. Their mother quickly opened the small trap door which led to the homes cellar and motioned for her daughters to hurry inside.

"Hilde, stay here until morning, then take your sister travel north to Morror, tell them what has happened here," their mother instructed to her oldest daughter Grimhilde.

"Mother, please," Hilde's younger sister Frawline pleaded, grabbing onto her mother's arm and trying to pull her down into the cellar with them.

"Child, just do as I tell you! I'll hide under the bed, keep safe my children," their mother said with tears in her eyes. She kissed their foreheads and quickly shut the cellar door.

They heard a scuffle of their mother moving things around and the lights that had peered through the cracks in their wooden floor suddenly went black as their mother placed a rug over the door, followed by what sounded like a table being scrapped across the floor and other sounds that the girls couldn't make out.

She heard the villagers screams growing closer and louder as the attackers moved through their small village until it sounded like it was coming from all sides of their home.

They heard a banging and then the sound of wood being smashed but from the one small hole that the rug hadn't covered Hilde could not see what had made the noise.

They heard footsteps walking through the house, and voices talking in a language that Hilde did not understand, followed by smashes of things being thrown about and broken.

Their mother who was hiding under the bed that they all shared saw her young daughter peeping through the hole and put a shaking finger to her lips as if to tell her to be quiet.

They hear the bustle of things being smashed and then all grew quiet as their unwanted guest seemed to be leaving.

Before the last of the towns, raiders could leave the house Frawline let out a soft yelp as a mouse scurried over her foot. Hilde clasped a hand over her sister's mouth and they held their breath.

The footsteps walked back into the center of the house and stood what sounded like it was directly over the cellar door.

With a loud thunderous bang, one of the raiders flipped the bed that their mother was hiding under and they watched in horror as the attackers laughed loudly. They sneered as they grabbed the children's mother by her long brown hair and dragged her from their home screaming loudly.

Hilde held firm her hand on her younger sister's mouth, holding in the screams which were trying to escape from the small child's lips.

She sobbed too quietly, fearful that the monsters might return for her and her sister. She didn't know when they had fallen asleep, there crying in the dark hidden beneath the floorboards...

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Hilde quietly lifted the cellar door and peered out; listening for any sounds or signs of movement from her village. She didn't know how long her sister and she had slept, but the light that was beaming in through the open doorway was very faint, so she knew it had to still be early.

She helped her sister out from the cellar and looked around their house. Their tables were flipped over, their dresser turned on its side, and things such as their clothing were thrown around the room in a mess.

Hilde's eyes landed on the still turned over bed which lay in the middle of the "Momma!" she yelled while dashing out the door and looking desperately around their home.

Frawline screamed loudly and threw her hands to her face in surprise.

Their village sat about 30 miles south into the forest from the city of Morror. They had about 50 small homes scattered throughout the tight-knit village and surrounding them was the Black Forest.

In their town center stood a large tree that had branches that grew for every family and member of their village. On those branches hung each and every member that Hilde had known and grown up with.

Frawline and Hilde stood, mouths open in horror as they saw children that they attended school with, they saw their town baker, their clergyman, their teacher, everyone from their town were hung from ropes and left for the birds eat from their bodies.

Hilde walked around the large tree in circles until she saw her mother's body at the top, dropping to her knees she wailed in distress.

Frawline stood beside her sister in shock, not crying, but visibly shaken by what she was seeing.

"Grimhilde, what if they come back?" her sister asked, her voice breaking.

She was right, they could return at any moment. Hilde stood up and grabbed her sister's hand, pulling her in the direction of their destroyed home.

Upon entering, Hilde grabbed her bag and threw her sister's bag to her, "pack your clothes, check the cupboard for any food that they might have left," she instructed her sister in a hurry.

The two threw in whatever clothes and food they could find, and then Hilde went over to a floorboard in the corner of the house and knelt down and lifted the board revealing a hidden compartment.

It was where their mother kept her most prized possessions. Under the floorboard was a small silver hand held mirror, a heart shaped locket that their father had given to their mother on their wedding day, and a silver cup that had been in their family and passed down.

After gathering all they could they left their home, holding hands they walked the path that led to the town center and said their last goodbye to their mother and the other town's people.

"Come now Frawline," Hilde said to her little sister and started heading south into the Black Forest when her sister stopped and tugged on her sister's hand.

"But Hilde, that's not the way to Morror," Frawline said looking at her sister with confusion.

"Because we aren't going to Morror Frawline," she said looking where the path entered the dark mysterious woods, before continuing, "we're going to see the witch."

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Hey loves! I hope that you guys enjoy this book. I have always felt more attached to the villians in these types stories than I do the princesses... 

Anywho... Enjoy, and do not forget to like!

-Sayden