Tucking myself into a hole behind a massive ice-mountain, I watch her in absolute awe.
Pale, frost-bitten hands—hands of her own—arc over the queen's head gracefully, and as she ducks into a low crouch, bringing her hands underneath her stomach. I gasp, afraid she's hurt, but then, she rises slowly into the air, a whirlwind of snow gathering up a blizzard—right underneath her feet.
Her head snaps towards my direction, and the once soft blue eyes now glow white with rage. Widening my own eyes, I witness something no one else had ever seen before.
The wrath of The Snow Queen.
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{ A lot of these newer plots are more random lol :) }
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RandomJust little snippets of a writable story I don't feel like writing. Enjoy! { image credit to @trilagy on instagram }
