Ice and Snow

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No. No, it can't be happening. Her hands were turning a pure white, her hair getting blue streaks. "What is going on?", came a small voice. That voice belonged to Foxy, a part fox seven year old. "She's obtaining her strength, her power. It's coming from all around the world. Antarctica, Canada, you name it. Anywhere where there's snow or ice, she's obtaining it to her power," said Foxy's mom, who's vines were quickly twining around her arms.


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