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Cold Hearted

Summary:

the snow Queens child learns to appreciate life through an unlikely friend...in death.

Chapter 1: Bump in the night

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a cold wind blew into the grandiose bedroom. the doors to the balcony had opened due to the strong winds outside, letting pure white snow blow in and scatter across the cold marble floor. the ice-windowed doors clattered, and the curtains blew inward. I groaned and shifted, taking off my sleeping velvet sleeping mask and tossing it on my silk pillow irritated.

I ran a hand through my hair as I opened my eyes, having them adjust to the darkness. I stared at a dark figure in the center of the room...and found two glowing red eyes staring back at me.

the undignified shriek I let out was...something to be sure. I clutched my covers to my chest and cried out for the guards. "SOMEONE BROKE IN GET IN HERE! WHERE ARE YOU ALL?!" i screamed. the red eyes squinted and soon my vision was getting used to the dark. the massive wolf covered his ears and scowled. "Princessa that won't do anything- they can't see me."

"w-what do you mean- where the fuck are they!" I stumbled out of bed, looking towards my large bedroom door. "Never mind them- GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I stomped my foot and clenched my fists. the wolf lowered his arms and rolled his eyes. "I'm not here for you so you can relax." he took a step towards the doors. I paused...

"you're not... WELL, WHY NOT!" I stormed over to him and stood between him and the door. the wolf's eyes widened, and he blinked before relaxing. "You are something else aren't you..." he mused. "Am I not good enough to kidnap?" I asked, crossing my arms. the wind howled over the silence, snow fluttering across the wolf's cloak as he stared down at me. "...move. I have a job to do" he ordered, taking out his sickle and running a sharp claw across the blade.

"You have no business in my mother's castle...so get out."

he just laughed at me, scratching his brow with the sickle. "You don't know the half of it." he smirked then dropped the smirk, grabbing my arm and moving me aside so he could throw open the doors and go on his way, whistling down the hall. the whistle was somehow MUCH louder than the wind.