Frozen in time and memory

-A Russia-x-America Fanfic based on Russia being a demon and the King of Winter.

Alfred grew up with the stories and the myths of the other worlds, his guardian, who was a talented sorcerer, raised Alfred and his half brother, Matthew to never go into the woods. Alfred would always put the stories off to the side, and would not believe that demons, faeries, or druids existed. Matthew was the one who believed those stories, not Alfred.

The town of Shorn was small compared tot he larger cities surrounding it, yet, the village-like town was flanked by a fast moving river to the south, and to the north and east, a large forest with mountains and snow year round. Arthur, Alfred and Matthew's guardian, would never let them to the north or east, he would always tell about the Demon King of Winter and his bloody halls, and how he hunted the forests looking for new prey.

Yet, the people of Shorn would always go into those forests, and return with a bounty of meat. No one questioned it when, at the beginning of winter, a large feast of meat and warm soup was placed at the small stream inside the forest. No one talked about how the meat would be gone, and the soup frozen.

Many outsiders would come to Shorn for the proximity to nature and vast farming land to the west, yet most would not stay.

Alfred and Matthew's parents were among the people that did stay, but they stayed in a graveyard, buried six feet under. The frost had killed them, the frost that cam in the middle of summer. The frost that Arthur swore was the King of Winter.

This was what daily life was like for the town of Shorn, a place where the world would advance yet the town would stay the same. It was a place that would be frozen in time and memory.