~Siberia/Anastasia P.O.V. ~
I was standing out in the freezing cold again, No jacket no scarf no nothing, just the dress and boots I was wearing but it wasn't enough to protect me in this god forsaken icy wasteland. In this small area it is very lonely the only things to look forward to are the somewhat warmer summers. My thoughts were broken away by a boy about my age walking up to me. He was slightly taller than me but not by much I looked at him with slight curiosity, no one else lived here so why was he? I continued to mental ask questions when he finally spoke up "Hello my name is Ivan I haven't ever seen you around here what is your name little one?" he asked. I blushed; I hated being called little it made me feel like a child, even if I was only ten. "I'm Anastasia" I answered in a semi-rude tone that went un-noticed, "so where are you from miss and why are you dressed like that?" he asked. "I'm from Siberia, and I left without a scarf but didn't realize I was going to get lost" I said. Normally I wouldn't admit I was lost but I had too, I was half hoping he would help me home. "How about you come over to my house?" he asked "it's pretty big". All I could was stare at him had he just invited a complete stranger to his house? It nearly scared me when he snapped his finger breaking my concentration as he grabbed one of my wrists firmly and took me to his house.