I watched the same ending for about the 100th time. I loved "Frozen" so much that I watched it every day if I had time. My room had a blue background with snowflakes all around. There were decoration icicles and snowflakes hanging from my ceiling. My bedspread was white with blue snowflakes and on my bed sat my collection of "Frozen" dolls. I had an Elsa, Anna, Sven, Olaf, and a troll. My favorite though was Kristoff, who sat in his own special doll bed next to mine.
Some people really think I over did it, but I'm happy. I lost a lot of friends after that movie came out. I have every line and song memorized, and I even managed to convince the local theater to put it on after the musical became public. Disney has even given me my very own ice dress. My whole family thought I was crazy. I lived in New York and people often stared at me as if I was sidewalk gum. My hair was practically white with blue streaks through it. I usually only wore blue, white, or black. I refused to wear any other colors. My skin was pale and always cold, and if it was above 70 degrees F, I refuse to go out.
I attend the Julliard School of drama and music. I turned off my T.V., rushing to grab my shoulder bag on my way out the door. Today was the day we were supposed to perform "Frozen" the musical. I wore black leggings with a blue and white striped sweater that was almost long enough to be a dress. My hair was up in a messy bun and I wore one of my pairs of UGG boots. I stuffed Kristoff into my bag with my laptop and script, and ran out my door.
The first thing I noticed was that there was a huge blizzard. I pulled out my phone to check my email and sure enough classes were cancelled. The performance was postponed until the snow cleared up. I was playing Elsa, even though I liked Anna better. Apparently I'm better at being powerful, like Elsa. I was going to go inside but something called me to the storm. I walked forward following my instincts and hoping they'd lead me the right way.
Soon I found myself at an old antique store. The little store intrigued me and I noticed it was open. I walked inside and was immediately greeted with the smell of earth. There was a man behind the counter who was looking right at me. "Ah Drifa, I've been expecting you."
Fear struck my heart. "How do you know my name?"
He smiled kindly but it still did not convince me. "How I know your name does not matter, what does matter is that you're here."
I glared at this confusing man, analyzing his weaknesses. My vision became blurry and my head swirled with dizziness. My body collapsed to the floor in exhaustion and the man walked over to me. That was when I noticed his odd clothing. It was Oaken! What the heck was he doing here?! The darkness overcame me and I had no choice but to give in.
A/N
Sorry it's such a short chapter, but this is how I planned it. Please review, it really helps my writing, even if you hate it.