sleepy princess

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Sorry I stopped writing for a while because I thought no one was really reading my stories so I lost motivation I'll try to upload more I promise.  Enjoy.

I woke up in my bed which I found unusual.  Last I remembered I was sleeping in the car?  Wait I fell asleep in a car?  That won't look very good for me..

I heard soft voices outside my door.  I crept out of bed and pressed my ear to the thick medal. 

"you shouldn't be here!" one of the maids hissed.

"I know.. It's just I was worried she was passed out.. I didn't know what to. Do.. " a male voice whispered. 

Why were they whispering?  And are they talking about me? Why?

"I understand but lady doesn't. Like people touching her and if they knew you carried her into the house.. " the maid whispered. There was a shuffling noise followed by the males voice.

"Why is everyone so cold around her? You act as if she's dangerous. Why did you close down the gates?  Was it because of her?" when the maid didn't answer he sighed. 

"Look don't tell anyone you carried here in here. Okay?" she paused before continuing.

"So you think she's going to be sleeping for a while..?" he asked softly at the end. 

Who was this guy?  Why did he sound like he actually cared?  He carried me inside.  That means he touched me. 

I shuddered at the thought. How come he didn't freeze?  I wear these gloves but if he really carried me here then he must have been touching me.  Shouldn't he be cursed like Anna?  But maybe it isn't just people who touch me. Maybe It people I inflict my powers on?  I felt my emotions pick up on the thought.  A glimmer of hope swelled inside me.

"Look frost you can't be here.  She's done enough you must go. " the nurse whispered. I could hear her pushing him along the halls toward the door. 

Frost?  As in jack frost? 

Jack frost carried me inside?  He was worried about me?  Why would he be worried for all I knew he was another one if Elsa's fanboys. 

how did he even make it inside? The gates are locked up from the inside someone would of had to let him in. 

I slumped onto the floor and leaned my head against the metal surface.  The cold felt nice on my clammy skin. 

What the hell was going on?

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