"The air was musty and the walls felt like ice. Cold, wet, dirty ice. However, there was a kind young woman down there too, and she said she knew what it felt like to be surrounded by real ice. She told me stories about a man named Simon who protected her as a child, but he had been driven mad by the magical ice powers of a crown. I really liked her stories; they kept my mind off the horrible situation.
I had nothing to eat, and I only had my dress and underwear on. My shoes and socks had been lost on my way there. My dress had gotten wet from the puddle in the corner. It was to dark to see anything, but I remember that women having bright red eyes, moon-like skin, and hair that was as black as everything else was.
She sang to me, her voice was demonic and yet just as beautiful as an angel's. She told me that everything was going to be okay. She told me she loved me, and that she didn't like seeing me hurt. She stroked my hair while I lay on the ice floor, feeling too weak to move. I saw a tear roll down her cheeks as I fell asleep
…and then I woke up here, and she was still with me, singing to me," said Bonnibel. Her parents and the doctor just stood there in shock. The room was silent, except for the usual beeps and footsteps one hears at a hospital.