Fire and Ice

Sealed Love

>Nashi's POV<

I didn't know where I was going, I just ran.
I eventually made my way all the way out of the castle.

The outside was cool. The newly risen sun made this time of the morning a bit warmer than the evenings.
The snow on the ground glittered as the sun's rays hit it and the icy paths crunched under foot.

I closed my eyes and listened, hearing the press of snow under my weight. The sweet song of robins in the distant trees.

It was lovely outside. A beautiful spring morning in this winter city.

Like every year back at home, I would usually be out in mother's garden, enjoying the sunlight and flowers.
Here in the Ice realm I was enjoying the wonderful breeze and pure whiteness of the landscape.

I eventually made my way to the royal gardens. It was filled with many plants that could survive this weather. Plants like Centaureas, ferns, and more.

I stepped over to one of the stone benches which where all scattered at different points in the garden.
Brushing off some of its powdery snow, I sat down on its smooth surface and sighed.

My friend Norman. . . where could he be?

Who ever his father is, the man Norman is in search for, I hope he finds him.
I hope that his father is a kind man who would be willing to except Norman back in his life.

I couldn't imagine a father giving away his child at such a young age.

Norman must be just as confused as I am.

Why wouldn't Father help him?
I have known Norman all my life and now my father expresses his dislike for him at the last second?

I guess my father always looked at Norman like he was different. He cared for Norman greatly, my father being Simon's best friend and all, but maybe my friend just set him off.

But why?

I began to grow frustrated and weary. I had not answers to my own questions and all it was doing was making me feel more confused and lost.

All I knew was Norman had left the night of the masquerade ball. I knew something was off about him that night.

He did look upset, like something was bothering him.
Now I know.

"Can I sit with you my dear?"

I shot up and turned to the voice that pierced the quiet morning.

It was Prince Storm.

"Oh. . . yes of course." I replied.

Stormed cleared some of the snow and sat next to me on the bench to my left.

I looked from him to the sky.
How did he know I was out here?

It doesn't matter. I am actually glad he is here.

"You look like you have been crying. . ." Storm began, keeping is gaze at the snow below.

"How could you. . . yeah." I replied, lightly rubbing the eyelid to most likely reddened eye.

"What's wrong?" The prince asked sweetly.