A Home for Edith (A Frozen Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

The night was dark, and the wind was cold, and Edith could feel the sting of Jack Frost nipping at her nose, yet, here she was, awaiting the money she was promised for the clothing she made. The eight-year-old girl knew these men she worked for were no trouble, yet, they were the only men she could trust- they were the only one who gave the little girl a place to stay, and even some money for food, and there was only two conditions; she made them clothes and stayed as far away from the castle as possible.

  Edith wore a wool jacket and a pair of ripped and dirty jeans that were tucked into her leather boots and a bag slung on her back filled with clothes she had made for her father and uncle. Winter was awaiting them, and fall was slowly seeping away, as the weather seemed to be getting colder and colder. Edith saw little clouds come out of her mouth as she exhaled. She looked towards the trees, the place the two bandits normally came from. Her breath was short, and her heart was racing in fear, as she wondered if the men would be angry with her again. They always were, for one reason or another, and managed to find a reason to get upset with Edith.

  Soon, she saw a light, coming from the lantern the two men owned and would only use on their journeys to and from Edith's cabin- or so she was told. Edith knew better and that the men would go on most of their missions at night, stealing money for both themselves and Edith.

   The two men got closer and closer, until Edith got a full view of their faces. They were identical twins, named Rolf and Roscoe Askeland, who both were very tall, with long, matted blond hair, and big buff bodies. Their faces scrunched, and their brown eyes were always narrowed at Edith, as if they were angry with her. Though there were smaller differences between the two faces, such as Rolf's darker skin, and Roscoe's longer hair, but the most notable difference was a scar that ran down Roscoe's pale face.

At least it was most noticeable to Edith, because she had put it there by accident, and she remembered the punishment very well.

As the twins inched closer, Edith's stomach twirled more and more in panic. She practiced possible answers to questions in her head, hoping the meeting would go rather swiftly.

"Where's our clothes?" Rolf demanded, stepping closer to Edith.

Edith, without saying a word shoved the bag towards them, looking at the men, expectantly, knowing they'd find something wrong with it. Roscoe searched through the bag, and gave a viscous glare towards Edith.

"Where's the boots?" He demanded.

"I don't make boots sir."

It was true- Edith didn't even know how to make boots, only pants, shirts, gloves and socks. She was taught by the boy's mother who passed away a few years ago, after she was left in the hands of Rolf and Roscoe, the only one of their family that would take the little girl in- only because she had something to offer them.

"I thought I told you to make boots." Rolf growled, stepping closer to Edith.

  "Y-you didn't, sir."

  Edith suddenly felt a hard, stinging pain strike across her face, as Rolf's hand crashed into her cheek. He had hit her. There was nothing new or surprising about this, but the young eight-year-old had to bite down her cries of pain- Rolf was a hard hitter. She looked up at them and there was smoke coming out of each of their ears.

  "Bring us our boots next week or else." Roscoe ordered.

  Edith refused to ask for anymore information, as she knew the "or else" would be moved up if she did. She simply watched the two men walk off as she debated whether or not to go back into the small cabin, wishing to go back to sleep.

  She crawled under her blankets, and attempted to fall asleep, until she heard footsteps outside her window. She heard the crunching of fallen leaves on the ground, and her stomach jerked around in her body. Someone was outside. It couldn't be the Askeland brothers, because they would be long gone, off to their next "job". Nobody else knew her location.... so who could it be.

  Edith crawled out from under her blankets and walked over to the window, and saw a man walking towards her, with some kind of deer. Was it a reindeer? He was rather buff, but not in the same way as Rolf and Roscoe. This man looked like a soft kind of buff- like a teddy bear. He had long blonde hair that was a mess on top of his head, a round face. He wore Sami clothing, and appeared to be talking to someone. Edith figured he was coming up to Edith's cabin and she went behind a bed to hide.

What if he came here to kill her? Kidnap her? What if he was sent by Rolf and Roscoe to punish her? However, some of her worry faded a way when she heard a faint knock at the door. If these people really wished to cause her harm, wouldn't they just barge in?

Edith debated for a moment on whether or not to open the door for this stranger, when she heard a deep but soft voice say, "I'm sorry Sven, nobody is here, and the door's locked. It looks like we have to spend the night somewhere else."

Edith felt a tinge of guilt plunge into her stomach. If she was in real danger, how much worse could it be from meeting Rolf and Roscoe every week? Edith could always run away.

So, Edith impulsively ran to the door and opened it, to see the man and his reindeer already walking away, only turning their heads to see the little girl that stood behind them. The man looked rather shocked to see someone so young living in that house alone.

"You can stay here tonight."