Autor's note: Hello to everyone, firstly, I wouldl ike to apologise for my possible grammar errors and then I want to express my gratitude for the opportunity you give to this story.
Disclamer for all the story: I don't own frozen
First arc: prologue.
In the harvest time of the year, when the winds from the nords whine, the Pole Star shine with uncanny light in the dark firmament. And from the window of my chamber I can see glowing the celestial body.
Seated in the casement, almost in the edge, I can appreciate the beauty of the view; red-leaves tree decorates the plain muttering things to each other during the reign of the Moon while the freeze wind hits me. Furthermore I can smell the petrichor fragrance, the scent of the rain when it pours on the dry land. And while I am watching the wasteland, I feel her presence in my room.
I know this is insane because no one is with me, also because she is a product of my sickness. But my heart skips every time I watch the Pole Star; maybe at this point you may ask who am I and why do I explain that, but, do you really need to know it? At any case, you can call me Ogon; well do I remember the night of the Aurora and the mixed demon-lights of the sky. It was two winters ago.
It was a gloomy day. In fact, the perfect day to see the Aurora from my chamber. The Pole Star were winking hideously like if was trying to convey some strange message while the lights from the North were flashing furiously in the sky. I was enchanted by the show, maybe to much because I did not realize when I fallen asleep resting my head on the wall. After that, I saw the city and her platinum hair for the first time.
The first contact was the shy one; I was a passive observer, a mere spectator, watching from the distance the marble walls of the city and the marble streets with marble pillars, towers, columns and domes. The air was warm and the the citizens looked like little ants. And ten degrees from the zenith , the Polar Star were shining like the sun.
Under the horned waning moon, becuse this place had a moon too, men talked wisdom in a tongue which I did not understood because it was unlike any language I had ever known. And in the middle of the crowd, one of the citizien draw my attention; she was not like the others, her features were soft and her skin looked like porcelain.
The day never came. All that I could see was Alfa Tauri -the red star- half way around the horizon threaten to show magnanimous views. But before I could saw the Aldebaran in his splendour I woke up in the middle of my bed. I was not as I had been but in my memory was graven the vision of the city.
Thereafter, on the cloudless nights when I could sleep, I saw the city often; sometimes under that horned waning moon, and sometimes under the hot red rays of a sun which did not set.
Gradually I wondered what place was my one in that city, and after few night been an observer I started to become a gastly presence whom wanted to know and define his relationship with the place; one night, after a walk by the marble streets, I found the blonde girl speaking in a square and I could understand what was she saying.
-Esquimaux- she said.-This is our problem and right now we do not need another policy than a re-armament. This is our last place, our last chance, because we lost almost all of our territory- she made a pause- And I need you to compromise with me. To be by my side while I command our tropes.
After the discourse, the crowd started to cheer her. At the same time I feel a strange sensation on my body, like something twisting my stomach and telling me that I was in the wrong place.
