Frost

"What shall we name the child?" Asked lillyanne. Holding her newborn in her arms, stoking lightly the child's head with her soft satin gloves. "How about, Morgana?" Said the newborns father grinning and occasionally peering down at the baby and gazing into her eyes of the winter sky. "Perfect." Lilliannne said giving an embrace to her husband, crying happy tears and sniffing onto his shoulder. "Our first child. What a dream it is!"
Or so they thought.
Meet Morgana. Most people are mesmerized by her, enchanting blue eyes. Every part has a story. Her parents were confused why she didn't resemble at all like them or even their ancestors. She had fair white skin with hair as black as the feathers as a crow, light dimpled freckles peppered lightly on her cheeks. While her parents couldn't wait to have a childhood with their daughter. They didn't. Morgana was living in the royal castles cell for her entire life because, of her powerful touch. When her parents touched her they passed.