She had been traumatized by the events with the witch. A loss of words was upon her. What should she do now? Where should she go? Back home? Out of the country? The world? She couldn't decide.
I should check on Harold, he must be as frightened as I am.
She guessed he had headed back home, so she started walking. Her legs ached with every step she took, but they weren't a bloody mess anymore. When the curse was implanted, all her wounds had healed, but where they were she felt like they were about to go limp.
Seconds dragged into minutes, minutes dragged into hours. It was almost dusk before she saw her small village in the distance. With every ounce of hope and energy combined into her movements she darted to the little clump of houses. She flinged everything she had to make sure she made it. This was her home, where she would be safe. When she finally made it, a crowd of people were waiting for her.
"Samantha!" A sole voice called above the rest.
"Mama!" She cried out.
Her mother ran through the crowd of people, her long white hair flowing behind her. When the two met they embraced each other.
"Samantha! I'm so glad you made it back home! I was worried sick about you! You're so cold!"
"I'm okay Mama, I'm just fine." She whispered softly in her ear.
They sat crying in each others arms for a long while, just enjoying each other.
And then the peace was shattered. Her father walked up and slapped her mother.
"Don't touch the piece of filth! She left home without permission!"
Her mother let go and whimpered. "I'm sorry..."
Her father turned to Samantha. "I hope you know how much trouble you're in! You probably wont have those little green eyes of yours when we're through!" He looked straight in her face angrily. But that expression soon changed into shock and he look over to her mother. "She has green eyes, right?"
"Y-yes. She gets them from me, not your brown ones." She looked into the eyes herself and gasped. "Th-th-they're blue!" She turned to her husband. "Nobody in either side of are families has blue eyes! Where's the doctor?! Get him now!"
A fat man screamed "Out of the way you dumb asses! I'm needed over there!" He shoved people aside like flies and approached Samantha. "Oh dear, her eyes." He stared into them longer. "They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Now while this expression is usually talking about emotions, it can be applied one other way. This child has been cursed by that bitch of a witch Jazquezin."
The crowd screamed in terror. Curses were not taken lightly in the village. Somebody who even knew Jazquezin was burned to death. Everybody, even her mother backed away from her. Samantha noticed Harold, standing to the side, backing away slowly.
"You! YOU! HAROLD!" She screamed in rage. "Tell them what happened! Tell them how you stole the potion! TELL THEM HOW YOU LEFT ME TO DIE! TELL THEM!" She continued to scream, tears streaming down her face.
His father replied. "She's blaming Harold! My innocent son! We should burn her right here and now!" Harold was the cheif's son, making his opinions, law.
The crowd cheered in agreement, some even had torches at the ready and were starting to approached.
"LEAVE THIS SOUL ALONE!" She screamed loudly. The voice was not her own. It was cold and harsh. It was coming from something inside her. Slowly it came to her,
The ice... it's talking!
The people screamed in terror. The voice continued to talk through her.
"You will get a glimpse of what is to come through this soul. The curse will not die. You can't kill a curse! You can't kill somebody who is cursed!"
She stomped onto the ground, the curse possessed her movements. Ice shot out in the shape of a snowflake.
"Now I will show you what is to come through this soul!"
The ice quickly spread like wildfire, swallowing the whole village. The people tried to run and escape, but their feet were frozen to the ground.
In a flash, it traveled up their bodies, turning them into ice.
"The end of this world is coming through this curse. Ice. Ice. ICE."
And then, silence. The feeling of possession was gone. The world was silent. Samantha looked around. She saw the faces of terror surrounding her. Harold, the chief, the doctor, her father, everyone else.Then she saw her mother. The last person who was not completely frozen, only up to her shoulders.
"Mama!" She cried and ran to her.
"Samantha, stop this as best you can. I love you so much my darling girl." She smiled and a tear formed in her eye.
And then Samantha hugged her. The ice swallowed her mother, still smiling and a tear on her cheek.
"No! Mama!" She screamed. "Not you too, Mama!"
She back away slowly from the icy coffin. "No, no, no no." She whispered.
And then all the ice shattered. The village and all the people disappeared. A soft snow fell down upon her. The only person left was her mother, her warm smile now cold. Samantha sat down on the ground in her own puddle of tears, and let the snow turn her own dark brown hair white, just like her mother's.
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Cursed: The Story of A Suffering Queen ((A Frozen Fanfic))
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