Fire and Ice

Light Blue

>Nashi's continued<

I slowly opened my heavy eye lids.
My eyes burned as they met the open air.
They were still irritated from last nights tears.

But it was morning.

I peered up at the sealing above me.
It was white, a clean-pure color.

When the light hit its surface from the windows, with its crack of sun coming from the space between its curtains, its glow flickered.

The sun light was always blue here in the Ice Realm. It was almost like the warm-yellow sun light was covered by a blue lens.
A layer of ice.

At home it was always yellow.
But it also wasn't cold back at home.

But here, I have learned to embrace the cold.
The princess of fire has dared to touch the snow.

Home was much different then here though.

Back at home, I had a loving mother and father. In the Fire realm, I had a loving maid, and a beautiful castle. At my home, I had friends and as many books as I wanted.

But here, I have my mother, father, and brother. In the Ice Realm, I have my loving maid as her true self, and a glittering castle. Here, I have friends that would risk their lives to save me and the opportunity to write my own stories.

Here, I could be with Storm.

"Miss Nashi?" I voice said from the other side of my chamber door.

"Come in." I mumbled in a tired tone.

The door handle rattled and the door was opened. In stepped Mira with a silver breakfast tray.

"Good morning, Miss Nashi! Did you sleep well?" She asked me.

"I guess so." I hummed, sitting up and leaning my back against the backboard of the bed.

Mira smiled warmly and walked over to my bed side.

"Well here is your breakfast," my maid said, handing my tray, "eat and I'll get your clothes ready. After you are dressed, we can see where Norman is at, is that ok?"

Norman! I forgot we were going to go looking for him today!

"Yes!" I exclaimed, eating faster so we can start searching sooner.

Mira giggled at my reaction and made her way to the closet.

I want to see Norman again.

~

I was dressed in grey winter boots and black stockings. My dress was also the same grey with blue embroidered flowers scattered at different points of the garment.

Mira had done my hair in a elegant French braid which helped keep my hair out of my face, besides my bangs.
I asked Mira what "French" meant but she didn't have answer.
I should look that up in some books later.

"Ready Mira?" I asked my maid, ready to search for Norman.

"Ready." She chirped.