Frozen (PTX Fanfic)

CHAPTER 3

Mitch’s POV

        I watched what Grand Pabbie’s explained. I shock. I gasp and bury my face in dad’s chest. Dad wraps his arms around me, protectively. It was so scary.

        “No. We’ll protect her. She can learn to control it. I’m sure.” Dad says.

In the castle....

        The Arendelle castle gates shutting.

        Until then, we’ll lock the gates. We’ll reduce the staff. We will limit my contact with people and keep my powers hidden from everyone... including Kirstie.

Kirstie’s POV

        The castle shutters close. I sit on my bed as Mitch’s furniture disappears. I rush to the hall to see Mitch. But Mitch shuts the door to his new room. I watch, confused and sad.

Winter...

        I look out on a gentle snowfall. I skip up to the window. I light up at the sight of the snow and rush down the hall. Visit Mitch’s room. I giggle. Thinking of a fun memory we’re going to do. It’s so  exciting.

        “Mitch?" I knock on Mitch’s door and sing.

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

COME ON LET’S GO AND PLAY.

I NEVER SEE YOU ANYMORE.

        I peek under the door.

COME OUT THE DOOR.

IT’S LIKE YOU’VE GONE AWAY.

        I play with two dolls.

WE USED TO BE BEST BUDDIES

        Give up and sad.

AND NOW WE’RE NOT.

I WISH YOU WOULD TELL ME WHY.

        I peek through the key hole.

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

        I call through the keyhole.

IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE A SNOWMAN.

        “Go away, Kirstie.” Says Mitch.

        I shock. My heart’s broken with it.

...OKAY BYE.

       I leave the door.

Time changes into another winter...

Mitch’s POV

        I sit at the window looking out, longingly. Suddenly, my icy hands freeze the windows ill.Dad slips leather gloves onto my hands.

        “The gloves will help.” He says. He pats my gloved hand, “See? Conceal it.” He holds my hand.

        “Don’t feel it.” I say sadly.

        “Don’t let it show.” We say together.

        It likes a mantra now.. conceal it, don’t feel it, don’t let it show.

Kirstie’s POV

        Now, I’m 9. Mitch is actually 9 too. I miss him. So, I decide to visit him and invite him to play. I knock on Mitch’s door.

DO YOU WANT TO BUILD A SNOWMAN?

        Alone, I ride a bicycle built for two in the hall by standing on the back seat.

OR RIDE OUR BIKE AROUND THE HALL?

I THINK SOME COMPANY IS OVERDUE...

        I run around the portrait room, gaining momentum to flip over the arm of the couch.

I’VE STARTED TALKING TO

THE PICTURES ON THE WALLS.

        I land PLOP on the cushions, then look up at the painting above me of the courageous Joan of Arc, “Hang in there, Joan.”

        Looks like no one’s around.

IT GETS A LITTLE LONELY

ALL THESE EMPTY ROOMS.

        I’m laying at the base of the grandfather clock, playing with my braids, bored out of my mind.

JUST WATCHING THE HOURS TICK BY.

        my eyes follow the grandfather clock’s pendulum.

TICK TOCK. TICK TOCK. TICK TOCK.

Mitch’s POV

        I pace as I panic. The entire wall is frozen behind me.

        “I’m scared.. It’s getting stronger!” I look at my hands that covered by the gloves.

        “Getting upset only makes it worse. Calm down..” dad goes to hold my hand.

        “No!” I yell and step aside from him, “Don’t touch me. Please.. I don’t want to hurt you.”

        Dad and mom look at each other with alarmed sadness.