Ice Queen

Thirteen

Mitch's POV

When Zima showed up, Kirstie immediately told her what was going on. I just kind of stood there and listened.

 "You are thawing, child."

 "Thawing?" Kirstie sounded so scared. I wanted to hug her and tell her everything would be okay, but I had a feeling that would make the situation worse. I felt kind of guilty, like this was my fault.

 "Like melting, but not as extreme. Go shower." Zima said. When Kirstie was gone, Zima turned her ice cold eyes to me. "How much have you two been touching lately?" She asked.

 "Well... a lot... I guess," I admitted. I felt like a little kid, admitting to breaking the window with a baseball.

 "This is not good. You must touch less."

 "But..." I began.

"Or she will die." Zima cut me off. 

"Yes, Zima." I said. I had learned not to talk back to the Originals.

"I will go now. Tell Kirstie what I told you." 

I nodded and Zima left. I plopped onto the couch with a sigh. Just this morning we had been upset about not being able to do much, and now we had to do less? It just wasn't fair. Kirstie emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

God, it was like she was trying to tease me. "Where's Zima?" She asked. 

"Uh..." I said. I had gone into la-la land and was imagining... ahem... doing things with her. "She left."

Kirstie rolled her eyes and sat on the couch next to me. I quickly moved away, squeezing my eyes shut. No emotion... Mitch... stop feeling! Just... keep... under... control... 

I was like real life Elsa, only with fire powers. Kirstie moved closer again, settling a small kiss on my neck. Her lips were soft. "Stop..." I whispered. I still had my eyes squeezed shut.

"Why?" She asked, pulling away. 

"Zima said we had to touch less... or you could die..."

"Oh." She mumbled. And then I felt her pulling me to my feet. She tugged me into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"If we have to start touching less, we might as well have some fun beforehand." 

"Okay..." I murmured, and sat down next to her. She settled a kiss on my jaw. "You could start to thaw again, though..." I mumbled.

She pushed me onto my back and put her face close to mine. She smelled pretty... like vanilla. The scent was intoxicating. Suddenly, she was whispering: "I don't care."