A Frosted Heart
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You feel a chill in the air as you walk home and you decide to walk to the pond before you go home. As you are walking you feel like you are being watched. You look around but you see no one until you look forward and a boy with snow white hair, blue eyes, a blue sweater with frost, brown pants and no shoes holding a wooden staff.
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The look in your eyes tells me you've been hiding things. It's so cold...
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