Flames of Frost (Niall Horan)

“Who are you?” I ask. I’m half temped
to pull the knife out of my pocket and throw it at him just for sneaking up on
me.

His eyes sparkled in the light of the
sun peaking through the snow-covered trees. “I could ask the same thing about
you.”

    
“That’s none of your business.” I replied.

A smile crossed his face, “Well it’s
nice to meet you, too.” He gave me a small bow, making things a little bit more
awkward.

    
I scoffed a little, “What are you, royalty?”

His eyes sparkled again, “As a matter
of fact, I am,” he answered, “Prince Niall of the Arctic Kingdom.”