Frozen Heart {ON HIATUS}

THE SNOWMAN

Kevin races top speed up a narrow cliff, pulling the sled that skids precariously with Louis manning the reins. Harry sitting beside him.

"Hang on! We like to go fast!" Louis tries scaring the 'Prince', as he so called himself.

"I like fast!" Harry says fearlessly. To prove his point, he leans back and puts his feet up on the dashboard.

"Whoa, whoa! Get your feet down." The Sami ice harvester pushes the Prince's feet down, not pleased with how he's acting. That is not how a person who has lived his whole life in the castle should act. "This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?" He spits on the dash to clean it. Some of his saliva flies and hits Harry in his face.

The young royal made a disgusted face, wiping at his face to get rid of the spit. "Ew. No, I was raised in a castle."

"So tell me," Louis begins, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. "What made the King go all ice-crazy?"

A little startled by the new topic that involved his brother, Harry slowly explained. "...oh well, it was all my fault. I got engaged but then he freaked out because I'd only just met him, you know, that day. And he said he wouldn't bless the marriage--"

Louis cuts him off in the middle of his rambling. "Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met?"

"Yeah, anyway. I got mad and so he got mad and then he tried to walk away, and I gabbed his glove--"

"Hang on." Louis tries taking in the information he'd just heard. "You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met?!" Honestly, he couldn't believe what this Prince was saying.

"Yes. Pay attention." Says an irritated Harry. He hated being cut off to be asked the same question he already gave an answer to. "But the thing is he wore the gloves all the time, so I thought, maybe he has a thing about dirt."

"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"

Harry eyes Louis up and down, then slides away from him. "Yes, they did... But Nick is not a stranger."

"Oh yeah?" Louis asks challengingly. "What's his last name?"

Okay. They never discussed that yet.

"...of-the-Southern-Isles?" Harry states unsurely.

"What's his favorite food?"

"...sandwiches."

"Best friend's name?"

"Probably John."

"Eye color?"

"Dreamy."

"Foot size...?"

"Foot size doesn't matter." What was up with this guy and his non stop questioning?

"Have you had a meal with him yet? What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?"

"Picks his nose?" Harry glared at the blue eyed man, slightly offended.

"And eats it."

The Prince scoffed at him. Why would he think of Nick like that with a behavior fit for a peasant?

"Excuse me, Sir. He's a Prince."

Looking ahead, the Sami boy states as a matter of fact, "all men do it."

"Ew."

How could he say that?