"You can't run forever Annie!"
a group of older boys chased the younger girl though the woods weaving through the trees like wolves on a high speed chase. Poor Annie was a five year old girl with short boyish hair and bright blue eyes, her legs were growing tried of running but she powered on the icy air giving her a energy boost. The chase carried on until she tripped on a mound of snow and landed face first. She screamed in pain as the boys through snowballs containing rocks and ice at her. She clenched her ears and cried the boys soon gave up and left her in the woods.
When she opened her eyes all she saw was white, a fresh layer of snow had fallen and she didn't know where to go. She worried but soon stopped knowing her family didn't care if she would go missing because all they did was abuse her and use her as a child slave.
"Hello?" her gentle voice echoed through the woods, she got up and turned around. There was a box, the curious girl opened the box and emptied its contains, inside was:
•a top hat
•a pair of gloves with zig zag patterns on them.
•a torn waistcoat.
•tailored pants.
•smart shoes
•and a scarf.
"What should I do with these?" Annie spoke soft comforting herself with the sound of her voice. Then a idea popped into her head.
"I'll make a snowman!" she rushed around gathering snow, when she was finish she placed the clothing and items on the snowman.
"Yay! I finally have a friend!" she ran around the tall snowman and hugged its knees. As night fell she huddled at the snowman's feet and awaited a cold death.
"I'm glad I made a friend! To bad I won't see you again because I'll probably go to sleep tonight..." she got up on her tippy toes and pretended to wipe a tear from her friends eyes.
"Please don't cry, at least we had today, night Frost..." she laid down at his side.
The next morning Annie was surprised to wake up! She lead around in joy and dance in and out of trees. Then a twig snapped behind Annie and quickly turned to come far to face with the boys from yesterday.
"Oh look she lived!" a boy scoffed, he had a evil grin on his face so did the other boys.
"But not for long..." a boy held a rock up and Annie was grabbed from behind and tied to a tree.
"Now lads! target practice, there is the head shot, chest area stomach, the place it really hurts and the shins! these are your best spots, ok? Ready, aim fire!!!" Each boy through a rock, one hit her shin, on her stomach making her want to be sick, one in her chest and another fortunately missed.
"That is not bad but this is how you really do it." The boy picked up a rock and hit Annie right in the face, making blood splatter up Frost making his pure white snow turn red. The boy through another rock hitting Annie right on the head. Her vision stared to blur and blood trickled down her face, she spluttered a cough blood which covered more of the snowman. She soon began to choke on her own blood and all she saw was black, no more white snow...
A boy poked her to see if she was still alive.
"No guys she is D E A D!" they all gathered around and stared to carve in her with their knifes, letting out sick giggles.
"Why are you laughing at my friend?" a raspy voice said behind them, they all froze in fear.
"I kept her alive all night so I could she her smile again and this is what you do!?" the voice cackled with a angry tone but there was a hint of pain. They all turn slowly around to see the tall snowman but in flesh and blood, deathly pale skin, wide blood shot eyes, a crooked smile and pointed elfish ears.
He raised his hand which burst out of the glove, he had see through hands. His hands were ice.
"Now kiddies time to have some fun..." He plunged his hand into the first boys chest making the child's black heart turn cold, Frost's eyes grew wide with excitement and at the sight of the crimson liquid spattering across the pure white snow.
The boys tried to run, but the further they traveled the more painful death they suffered. One boy had his head ripped off, another had his intestines turned into a tree decoration and the last boy was the worst by far. His head ripped apart and placed in the trees, Frost then took his arms and legs tied them into a bow.
"What a lovely gift!" Frost howled in satisfaction at his work, his scarf was dripping in deep red blood, he looked down but the thought made him feel dizzy so he focused on his hands, his ice hands. As happy as he was he began to cry, his tears were cold as cold as his hands.
"No friends left to play with... Not even Annie, my only true friend." All these new feelings inside stirred and wizzed around him, he screamed at all the confusion.
"WHAT IS THIS!?" his claws extended and sliced his arm, he looked at the beautiful scarlet blood trickle and all his troubles left him, so he sliced more and more till his arms were covered in cuts, he winced at the pain but couldn't stop smiling.
Later in the evening, he walked down a empty street, the wind whipped and his scarf trailed behind him. Frost sighed every few steps until he saw the outline of some children and his hands outstretched in excitement.
"Hi kiddies Do you want to build a snowman?"
