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Born of Cold and Winter Air

Born of Cold and Winter Air

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Fanfic
Rise Of The Guardians
Eyes as fathomless as an ocean of stars... In her youth, Elsa had been captivated by those very eyes; staring back at her as if they truly saw her. The childish but intriguing notion brought a magenta tint to her cheeks; he was Folklore of Norse Myth and only a mere drawing in her favorite childhood book. Jack Frost was a story told to children as a fantastical reason for the changing of season. There was no such thing as a Winter Spirit, gods, nor magic of that sort. But a question tugged at her mind, desperate for an answer. What if it wasn't just a bedtime story or folklore of the past? Her magic was very much real. Couldn't his be too? Could the legends of the Old World be filled with some truth? * I do not own these characters, nor is this work affiliated with Dreamworks or Disney. However, this work, solely belongs to my creative genius. The artwork included is collected from several talented persons. My favorite being, Totohiems. artwork can be located totohiems.deviantart
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The Grand Opera Populaire was once a place of delight and entertainment and now it lies crumbled and neglected. It's once grand walls that many queued outsides its boundaries, are now seen in disgust and ridicule. Only one person stands and gazes at the building with sorrow. She is dismal that such a building that once was absolute, is now forgotten and appalled. After all the stories and tales of the theatre, she can not help but imagine. Imagine what it would have been, what it once was. What it should still be. But nothing lasts forever, not even the Grand Opera Populaire can last forever. One upon another time, the theatre held secrets of all kinds, some worse than other, some more extreme than others, some mysterious as others. But that once upon another time ended when a tragedy happened, causing a chandelier in pieces. A love story of imaginable beauty, sorrow, and horror. A story that causes a catastrophic event. A love story that led the Opera Populaire to become neglected and abandoned. A love story that was rarely told. A story of which I'm willing to tell. A story that needs to be heard.

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