Prologue:

I take a few deep but shaky breaths trying to keep myself calm. "I must conceal it. I can't let it show." I mumble to myself as I stay curled in a corner in my room as I keep trying to keep myself calm. I feel myself shake a little but I cross my arms resting them on my knees as I rub my arms still trying to keep calm. I shut my eyes tightly and I feel the ground along with the wall get colder. I open my eyes and stand looking to the wall and ground I sat at a few seconds ago seeing ice and frost on it like it crashed into the solid manmade objects. I take two steps away from it and spin around to face the person who has come into my room. "I'm scared. It's getting stronger!" I tell him frightened.

Father shuts the door behind himself and walks over towards me till he's half way to me. "Getting upset only makes it worse calm down. Conceal it. Don't let it show. You'll be alright." He tries to assure me slowly coming closer to me.

I step away from him. "No. Please don't touch me." I tell him still frightened.

He looks at me worriedly and sympathetically.

I may be only five years old but I understand perfectly that I'm not normal, that I am cursed with this strange power to freeze things… to create frost, ice and snow.

In truth it really frightens me and it continues to grow stronger.

My father used to carry the burden but it was passed down to me at birth.

Our family's curse and I hate it.

I lock myself away from everyone because of it. I can't let them in, I can't let them see it, I have to conceal it and can't let it show.

My father is worried for me but he understands, don't forget he once carried this curse too until it was passed down to me.

Little did I know that a week after my sixth birthday my parents died. They we're killed when going on a trip for a few weeks while I was being taken care of by a babysitter.

When I got the news I was devastated and scared because now I am alone with this power without anyone to give me tips to help me through it like father always did.

A few days later even though I had isolated myself completely in my own room a slightly older man than my father came into my room.

He saw my secret but agreed to take me in and help me.

I started my job when I was seven years old. I stayed in isolation with my caretaker and continued my job with his help.

For no one will ever know my secret except for my caretaker.

Don't let them know like my father always told me.