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I stare at the fire and cup the hot cocoa closer.
Clyde has locked himself in his room for hours, refusing to come out.
I was starting to get pissed off with his hiding don’t look at me façade but the fact that I had no idea what was going on kept me from barging into his room.
When I was little and threw a fit, my mother would always stand by the door, threatening that if I ever got eaten by a monster, there would be no one to save me because I locked the door.
Of course, me being the six year old I was, I would fling the door open and leap into her arms to scare the monsters away.
However, I highly doubt Clyde will open the door if I bang on it and say that he’ll get eaten by a monster.
I sigh, curling my legs to my chest.
I missed my mom.
I felt guilty staying here and having fun while she was stuck back home.
She must be worried sick.
I was a terrible daughter- instead of trying to get home, I was allowing myself to side tracked by magic and a cute guy.
“Has somebody died?” a voice asks me, amusement laced in their tone.
My head snaps up and I stare at the woman, her white hair perfectly coiled on top of her head.
She smiles gently, sliding a plate full of gingerbread towards me before sitting on the couch beside me.
I just stare at her.
“I’m Elsa- or Mrs. Clause I suppose,” she laughs lightly, her icy, azure eyes brightening.
“Y-You’re Clyde’s mom?” I stammer.
She chuckles. “The one and only.”
I smile tentatively, holding out my hand. “I’m-“
“Noel. I know who you are sweetheart,” she laughs, engulphing me in a hug.
My eyes widen and I gingerly hold my cup away from her, scared that I’ll spill it.
She holds me tight, reminding me of the way my own mother held me.
Stop, I think to myself. Don’t get emotional.
But then again, she was a mother.
She would know how to deal with her son, right?
Pulling back, I smile shyly. “Do you know why Clyde’s mad at me?”
Elsa purses her lips, sitting back.
“I doubt he’s mad at you dear,” she chuckles.
I look down at my lap. “No, he is. I nearly got us killed up on the operator machine. That’s why he had that weird ice coming out of his hands,” I mutter, motioning around me frantically.
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