frostbite → JACK FROST ✓

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
—𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟸—

     𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 at the designs on her arm for a while. She regretted leaving Frost behind to fight this battle on his own. The girl knew that she would go back to find him eventually, but his words had stung more than the ice traveling in her arm had. She would need some time to think to herself before she could reunite with him.

She decided that her first move would be to make her way into a town just South of Westbrooke, where she would visit the library in search of books that revolve around minerals and rocks. Hopefully, Melody would find some information that could help Frost control the everlasting winter. And if not, she would have to find somewhere else to look for the answers he needed.

Geminite— the crystal that Frost ached so badly to destroy. But the only thing Melody knew was that it was the toughest of any rock out there. It was solid, and wouldn't budge under the force of just an ordinary hammer, nor would it crack under weight. If anything, there was a specific tool that could help alter it, for which they could use to smash it to dust. The girl wondered why Frost would give up his power so easily.

The ice was beautiful in her eyes; the snow, the icicles that lined across the roof of her home, all of it. She had grown accustomed to it, and Melody wasn't sure what she would do without it. Snow was all she ever knew.

Pulling her shawl on tighter, she stands from her current spot on a log she had previously dusted the snow from. She wasn't far from Frost's cave, but was distant enough so that she couldn't hear his rages. The brunette decided she would head to the nearest town now— just over the hill— and be back in just a bit of time. Frost wouldn't know where to look for her, but she knew he wouldn't stay away for too long.

Even if he did think she had left.

Melody could feel the cold seep through her clothing, the remaining snow from the log dampening her dress. She wished she had changed before she left out of the library so that she wouldn't grow cold. But, of course, she had been so distracted that she hadn't cared.

Taking one glance back at the cave, Melody dusts the newly falling snow from her shoulders, and begins down the slope of the mountain. She could only hope it wouldn't take all too long to get to the library, but she had no idea where she was heading, or even where the library would be. So the girl took to a guess; perhaps the library would be somewhere near the center of the town.

The library of Westbrooke was located away from everything else, of the bridge of nothing. But the town was small than most others, so it didn't come as a shock when everything else was gathered together. Thankfully, though, it took only a few minutes to walk to the library from where Melody lived. And oftenly, she resided there when she had nothing better to do. The brunette was always infatuated with the idea of reading, starting at such a young age.