It's cold... And it's dark
But Azalea has lived in both of them for as long as she could remember. She could hardly remember what it felt like to have the sun shining on her fair skin or feeling the warm grass under her bare feet as she ran through fields of flowers like she used to.
'Open your eyes my little flower'
'Mother?' Her eyes shoot open,taking in the winter terrain that she was in, but no one else was there
'Maybe I'm just hearing things.'
A warm chuckle glides on the freezing winter breeze,'No you are not sweetheart,look up'
Azalea obeys the gentle voice and her golden eyes land on the biggest and brightest moon she has ever seen in her life and next to it was a beautiful shining star,'Are you the star,mother?'
'Yes my daughter,your guiding star, you may not have always known it but I was always there watching over you'
Azalea feels anger at the sound of her mothers voice admitting that she watched as her only child was tortured every night from nightmares but soon the emotion is replaced with hope and happiness
That is until she remembers the reason she was out of that dark hell hole
Azalea looks around,'So where exactly am I mother?'
'Your at the n-'
"Hey!" Azalea feels big furry hands grab her and throw her in a sack, 'Mother!'
There was no answer as she felt being tossed in the air than land hard on the ground
"Jack! What is meaning of this?" she heard a thick Russian voice say
"Me and the yeti's found her out in the snow" she heard another say
Azalea clawed at the bag until she was able to stick her head out, "Whoa.." Standing before was a tall man with long white hair and beard, the one Pitch described as North, or Santa clause
"Do not be afraid little one" North cooed, kneeling down in front of her, "What is your name?"
"Azalea?!"
Azalea jumps to her feet and she comes face to face, well face to chest,given her small figure, she looks up and her eyes meet bright emerald eyes
"Dad.."