Ｓｔｏｉｃ [ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇʟʟ's s/ᴍʙ] {DISCONTINUED}

❄️ Six Frozen Cigarettes ❄️

The door to Markell's room was locked and it stayed like that for a while. Inside, the Dane paced back and forth, confusion and fear consuming him as he looked down at his hands before looking back at his room. Around the room, frost crept onto the walls and ice formed where Markell walked. He took deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down as had accidentally caused it to start to snow a little in his room.

Looking around, be noticed his journal and quickly went over to it, his writing quick and rushed.

Journal,

I don't know what's going on. Everything I touch, unless It's me, freezes or starts to. I was forced to watch Frozen once and I know understand why Elsa was so afraid of her powers. I don't know if I'll accidentally freeze anyone and if I did that to Loki or Arnold? I'd never forgive myself. I locked my door so...I think I'm fine.

As Markell went to sign off, the journal suddenly disappeared, unbeknownst to the panicking Dane that the journal was now outside his locked door, frost covering parts of the journal.