The Frozen Guardian (A Crossover Fan Fiction)

The Boy of the Night

Five? Seven? No, maybe around twelve.

I heard voices. Among the twelve voices mostly were female, one was male.

I opened my eyes and see myself in front of a familiar door. I knew I’ve seen it before, but where?

Then a sharp yell from the other side of the doors threw me back to my senses.

“Zara, you can do it…” the male voice said. I tried looking around again. People were all around me. They looked anxious as they looked at the door before us.

“You can do it my Queen. Just a little further.” Another voice said. I was outside my parents’ room. I remember now. I used to knock on this same door when I was seven asking them if they’d want to play with me during the time that snow first falls.

The voices inside the room started to stir again. “Almost there Queen Zara!” I heard my mom yell afterwards with conviction, like she wanted to force something through her voice.

She was giving birth, to me.

“It’s a girl!” another voice said. There was this moment of relief and joy from the people outside and inside the room but in just a few seconds, there was silence.

There really was pure silence. I looked around again and saw the sad bewildered expressions of the people who had joyous expressions just a moment ago. No voices talking, footsteps, no whispers, everyone was holding their breath.

Then it hit me. It was silent, too silent.

Not a single cry from the baby who was mournfully welcomed into this cruel world.

I too held my breath. Before I could think the black cloud engulfed me again and brought me back to the chamber where I still stood, now alone.

I looked around. It was just me. No shadow, no nothing. Was I dreaming? I think not.

“Secrets…” I told myself as I echo the shadow’s voice in my mind. A gust of cold wind brings me back to my senses. “I better get out of here.” I decided and ran back the stairs.

“It seems only yesterday that you’ve been running around these corridors with only your undies on. Look how much you’ve grown.” Heather says which thankfully brings me back to reality. I must’ve been so deep in thought that she noticed how I was spacing out.

“Pfft. Of all the memories that you can bring up it had to be that one.” I say and we laugh a bit.

“I’m still the same, you know. I still run around. I still play around.” I add. “Age is just a number. Fifty years from now, even if I get all wrinkly and slow, it’d still be me.”

“That’s true. But I bet things would be different once this night ends.” Heather replies. I look at her.

“What are you talking about?” I ask. The day hasn’t ended yet and things have already become complicated. What more is there?

“You’re twenty one now. Your parents wanted to make sure that your coming of age day would be special. And with their old age it’s natural for them to want to see a grandchild.” Okay, so I didn’t know what kind of expression it was that I had but I bet it was heck funny because Heather tried her best to keep her laughter in that she too looked funny.

“Ha?” I wanted to say more, but that was the only thing that went through my esophagus. She stopped a few steps away from me and turned around.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the announcement of your coronation would be followed by an announcement of a fiancé. The King and Queen sure do know how to rile up the crowd.” Heather looked at me again and this time she couldn’t hold it in. She started laughing like there was no tomorrow.