Ice Queen

Virtual World

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#10

"Whether you want to live or not, you have to take on the Ice Throne." Darren commanded to me, being the good father he was.

"Way to be blunt Darren! Can you not see you're scaring our little girl?" Mum says softly, then looks down at me with a loving smile. Her snow white hair feels smooth between my fingers, but her delicate blue eyes hold curiosity as we make eye contact.

"Ma-ma." I reach for her long fingers that twirl around mine with adoration. I did not know what he said, I was too young to understand.

"When she grows up, she will be as strong as you, Darren, don't worry." Mum says voice sweetly alluring, like the most tastiest berry out there. Like a..like a strawberry!

"St-aa-www-bewwwie!" I giggle yet not able to talk properly.

"And as beautiful as you, Sarah." Father said to her that night. That night mum ran away. That night I've not seen her since.

My eyes focus on the dull light, I hear tea-pots and mugs clicking around my room. Instantly a groan rumbles from my mouth like an alarm.

"Good, she's awake." My eyes flutter rapidly and then I stare into identical pale white retinas.

"Anna." I acknowledge her with a sheepish look. Then a headache takes over my skull, my hand grips my forehead.

"Good Morning, you need to get ready, new day, new Prince." My friend grins widely setting down a bowl of fruit which by the looks of it makes my stomach rumble.

I pull myself out of bed, strolling as slowly as I could towards the small table. "Um..have you perhaps seen anything unusual?" I wondered, as Anna began untangling my brown hair.

"Unusual?" She meets my pale eyes in the reflection of the mirror in front of us. I gulp my eyes searching the room for anything wrong or misplaced.

"Yeah." I nod, my eyes back on her face, wanting to get a believable reaction.

"Like what?" Anna asks, confusion evident on her lifeless features and ghostly skin tone. I tap my finger nervously against my thigh that was hidden underneath the light snow night- gown.

"Me passed out on the floor when you walked in?" Sputtering the words, I catch the slight surprise radiating off of her like a heat wave.

"What?" Her finger still, she gazes worriedly at me until I laugh everything off.

"Nothing, just a weird dream." I display a insincere grin, wanting to crawl back in bed, hoping yesterday was not real.

"Okay." She mumbles, fondling gently with the straight locks then pulling it all together into an accurate braid. Sipping my milky coffee I swirl the beautiful taste on my tongue.

"I was in bed when you walked in, right?" Throwing the question out like it was one on the subject of weather. Anna finished my hair, placing the brush back in the pot and sits swiftly next to me, having her breakfast.

"You were, yes." She answers, biting into the fistful of blueberries. We laugh gingerly when noticing our blue teeth in the reflection.
Then my thoughts drift to another subject. How did I get in bed, if I passed out on the ground.
Unless Skylar placed me there..and just left.