Frozen.

TEN

Hey guys!

Today u finally bring to you another chapter. I'm so sorry about the long wait. To put it shortly, I get distracted easily.

Please read this and send me some feedback.

The chapters are now beginning to get very emotional and romantic. Maybe Tarn and Asharna have a longer history than they thought.

What should be their ship name? Tarna? Asharn? Leave a comment with your favourite.

Until next time,

R .x

My father, Tarn and the rabbit named Malvin quietly escorted me through a pair of massive doors. The doors stood at least 8 feet high and were painted a glossy black colour. They were attached to a large, stone building that sat in the middle of a small field surrounded by lusciously green trees. But the trees were different to the ones on earth, yet they looked the same. There was just something about them that was.... different.

Like me.

I struggled to take everything in as I stepped over the thresh hold and into what was apparently my fathers home. Behind the two big doors was a big, beautiful room. The ceiling sat way up high and was painted a white marble colour. The walls and floor were all painted a glossy white and dotted with expensive furniture and odd paintings.

A pair of stair cases sat at the end of the room against the wall and were covered with a red rug going down the middle. The stairs and railings were painted a glossy black like the two front doors.

My head was craning up just to be able to take everything in. If I was correct and this was just the entry way, then this must be one hell of a house. Tarn made an appearance beside me, his beautiful eyes raked every inch of the room in front of us.

"Do you know of the story of the White Queen?" His accent was even more pronounced than when he first turned up at school.

"Um. The lady who turned everything to ice and declared herself the queen of the land even though everyone hated her?" I ask him. He chuckled quietly and turned to my father who was mimicking his chuckle. He shook his pale face before turning and disappearing into a similar set of large glossy black doors, the rabbit followed behind him, hopping quietly along after him.

"Ashana, that is not the story I know of." He looked at me with an incredulous expression before his eyebrows lifted and he shook is gorgeous head. "Here, the White Queen is just a girl. She's said to be the most powerful, most kind and generous girl in this hidden world. Story has it that she's like Snow White; dark brown hair, red lips and pale skin."

"You know of Snow White here?" I asked, surprised. After all, what were the chances that people in a hidden world knew the story of Snow White? They didn't even know of the White Queen who was so often an antagonist in movies.

Right now I felt sorry for the girl they thought of as the 'White Queen.'

Tarn turned to me with a look like I'd just grown a second head.

"Of course we do. You cannae expect us to not know of the girl? Hell, maybe she's even real." His Strange accent thickened his voice as he said the words. I took a step back in shock. My eyes widened, my eyebrows rose and a gasp sucked itself in through my lips.

"You're kidding." I said, completely stunned. He didn't answer me, just winked and offered me his hand. I looked down at it in confusion and stepped around him so that I was almost directly facing him.

"Have you ever met her?" I asked with curiosity. He turned to me and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Snow White?" I chuckled at his confusion.

"No. The White Queen?" I asked him as my eyes scanned over an interesting looking box that sat to left of the glossy black stairs. It's wood was a dark brown and it looked just like a tree trunk that had been carved into a box, had a latch installed on the front and left in the middle of a luscious castle, completely out of place.

"No." I turned to him, his light eyes were intently stuck on me. I started to shake under his gaze.

"Has my Dad?" His head shook in response. I was starting to feel agitated as he stood there refusing to go into detail.

"Has anyone?"

"No." His eyes seemed to flash with something like desire before he took a step closer to me.

"Is she even real?" My voice came out snarkier than I meant, making his eyes flash momentarily with hurt before it was gone and he smirked at my outburst.

"Not exactly." His eyes narrowed in on my face, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.

"Well what the hell does that mean?" I asked, exasperated. A small chuckle rumbled out of his chest.

"You don't seem to be getting me, Princess. The White Queen is a prophecy. She hasn't become herself yet." My eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"Right. So she's a story." Tarn smirked and turned from me.

"If that's what you see it as, Lassie. Just don't let the locals know you thinks it's a 'story.'" My eyes widened at his bluntness. What locals? I hadn't seen anyone other than him, my Father and the talking rabbit. He couldn't mean monsters like the one that nearly attacked us. Could he?

I shivered in fear before pushing it away and feeling slightly agitated.

I grumbled and stomped after him. "What are we doing here anyway?" He stopped and swung around on me. His eyes glowing with anger.

"You amaze me." His tone was harsh and threatening. "Of all the places and you don't recognise this one." His eyes bore into me with pure anger. I stared back at him, not letting his outburst get to me.

"Why would I recognise it? I've never been here before!" My temper was starting to break. His eyes widened and he jerked back like I'd just slapped him. He stood in front of me, scanning my face for a few moments before he stepped forward and gently placed both of his large hands on my cold cheeks.

"What did that woman do to you?" He whispered gently. My eyebrows furrowed again in confusion. What woman? Did what to me? This definitely was one confusing day.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him in a small voice. I subconsciously placed my hand gently up onto his left forearm. My eyes wandered down to his lips, not able to look him in the eyes because of the look I was afraid would be there.

"You don't remember." He whispered. His words were pained and shaky. "You don't remember me." I sucked in a breath in surprise. What was he talking about? I'd only met him a few days ago at school. How could I remember him?

"I'm sorry." I whispered before I could stop myself. I watched him step closer and lean his forehead gently against mine.

"Please. Please, do not apologise. I can't- I-" he lifted his forehead and moved his hand to my chin to lift it up. Water was floating in his eyes. "Never apologise for something you don't remember." I felt like my heart was shattering at the look in his beautiful pale brown eyes.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. He chuckled before he stepped back, removing his hands from my face. He looked at me once more before he turned and sauntered out of the room. His muscles shifted visibly under his dark grey t-shirt as he walked with his head bent down, looking at the floor.

I couldn't help but think, in that moment, that I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to stay beside me, to touch me.

There was something about him that seemed to warm my cold heart, even just the slightest bit.