The Awakening

Chapter Twenty

After my conversation with Andrew, I woke to Frost slapping me, seeming fairly distraught.
"Ella you idiot! You can just make us invisible," he growls. This makes me laugh, but once we were invincible we both have full, long sleeps. Eventually, the sun rises, and we are forced to get up.
"I guess there is no chance of finding some bacon and eggs in that stream?" I ask, looking it over for fish while we both take gulps of the icy water.
"I'm afraid not," he frowns while taking another gulp of water.
"Is it weird that I want to go back?" I frown, kicking a rock into the stream. Frost ignores my comment, but stares at the water with such concentration, his brow looks folded in two.
"We need to figure out a way to take down the seal on the facility," he says, not turning away from the water.
"You mean the one that stops everyone from being able to use their powers?"
"That's the one," he replies, rolling his eyes.
"Well, we have to figure out where their lab is then," I say, standing up.
"Yeah, that way," he huffs, pointing to the direction of where the facility would be.
"Come on, no way it is in there," I almost laugh.
"And why is that?" he questions.
    "Do you really think they would put their lab in the same place they are keeping us? It would be way too risky. If we ever broke out, we would be able to know things too easily," I say, fully convinced I am right. Frost seems to be considering what I said.
"Okay good point, but how on earth are we going to figure out where this other facility is?" He questions. It's frustrating knowing we are close to an answer, but so far from the next piece. It is almost like we need to go back just to figure this out. Unless...
"Andrew!" I squealed, feeling a rush of excitement followed by a slight pit in my stomach. Can I really ask him to do this? After I abandoned him?
"Ella, not really the time to be talking about your feelings, we are trying to create a plan here," Frost says annoyed.
"No, well it's kinda a long story, but maybe- no nevermind," I stumble trying to backtrack. I can't put Andrew in that sort of danger. The fact they tortured him for information he doesn't have frightens me enough. I don't want him to know anything, or do anything for us. It could hurt him too much. Frost stares at me, trying to figure out what I mean by that frantic sentence, but eventually gives up.
"What has Andrew got to do with this?" He asks, suspiciously.
"Nothing," I lie. I have become a good liar, but Frost sees right through it.
"Can he help us?" Frost demands, forcing me to bite my tongue.
"No how could he, he is so far away and I am stuck right here, there is no possible way I could be talking to him," Frost raises his eyebrows, and I know I have said too much.
"You have been talking to him? Is that why you have been muttering his name in your sleep?" Frost continues to question, and I already know I have lost, so I tell him. I tell him about our conversations, and how the facility wants me dead, and how I didn't want to tell him in fear that he wouldn't let me return. As I speak, Frost is silent. I am rambling on about everything, and I wish he would stop me, but he doesn't. Even after I finish he still says nothing. After a couple minutes he opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it, his face forced into concentration. It's another minute before he tries again.
"They need to think he hates you. They have to be able to trust him or we won't get anything," he says, calmly.
"But we can't ask him to risk his life for us," I frown. Had he not heard anything I just said?
"For goodness sake, Ella, use your brain! He isn't risking his life for s, he is risking it for himself! He isn't safe there no matter what he does. He could throw a knife in the wrong place, and get beat up for it," Frost returns, throwing his hands in the air.
"But we could just be putting him in more danger!" You can hear the desperate tone in my voice. I am running out of reasons.
"You should at least give him the choice. He loves you, Ella, told me himself. Besides, you know you would do the same for him." I bite my lip and look at the frosted ground under my feet. Of course, I would do the same for him, but he can't really completely love me, can he? We haven't known each other that long, and I helped kill his father. That isn't something you can just forgive, let alone love someone for. How can he be so sure? He was ready to die for me the night we met, and I was just a stranger then. Now I have to think about me. Of course, I love him, if I didn't I wouldn't care so much about him, would I? I told him I loved him, and I meant it, but it is still new. Had he really already told Frost that? Would he tell Frost that, or is he making it up?
"Can I think about it?" I ask when Frost raises his eyebrows at me.
"You can think while we walk, I want to make some more distance between us," he shrugs, starting to destroy out makeshift shelter, and then covering it with another thin layer of snow. He covers out tracts too, making it seem like it were never there.
"Should we fly? Then wouldn't have to worry about covering our tracks." I offer, lifting my hands.
"Fine, but don't go above the treeline," he warns me, as I lift us into the air.