So, here's the second chapter.
I know it's short but more action and a little bit-uhm-getting to know between our characters are about to come in the next chapter. So sorry for a short chapter! I'll make it up to all of you in the chapters to come ^^
Please Review. It would definitely help me to improve. A lot.
Darkness consumed her.
The cold breeze swept Beatrice's hair. She raised her hand to fix it but she can't move it; there was no feeling in her hands as if they were cut off from her body. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open. She found herself lying down on soft snow in the bank of the lake, under the beautiful night sky as the stars twinkled happily at her. Light snow fell to the ground. Her eyes scanned her environment until she met a pair of icy blue eyes staring back at her.
A pale, bluish boy about her age was holding her hand and was blowing it. Beatrice froze; her cheeks were turning into a violent shade of red as she met the boy's crystal blue eyes that stared at her with utmost concern. He smiled at her with his mouth open, revealing teeth the color of freshly fallen snow "Good, you're up." His deep voice sounded like a strong blizzard on winter day yet it made her feel warm inside, like fiery butterflies fluttering inside her stomach.
"Are you okay?" The wind tousled the boy's snow white hair as he smiled goofily at her. Color flooded to Beatrice's pale cheeks as he enveloped her right hand in his. He lifted it to his lips to brush it. "Done,"
"I…I…I'm alright," snow fell on her rose-red cheeks and slowly trickled down her pale lips. She couldn't understand what the strange boy had been doing to her hand until she felt warmth rush to her fingertips like electricity zinging through her hands; and in a minute, feeling came back to her hands and she could move it.
"Are you sure?" The pale boy's white eyebrows were knit together in concern "You still seem shaken. Are your hands healed now?"
"I… I think so." She hadn't noticed the worsening weather until now as she shivered to her roots. But cold weather was the least of her worries right now. Who was this strange albino boy? What is she doing lying on the lake's bank? Didn't she fall to the lake? And what did the boy do to his hand? Was it magic?
"Don't be scared; I won't nip your nose, the lake had already done a good job at that." the strange boy chuckled. On normal circumstances, Beatrice would've laughed along with him but what the boy said brought too many memories.
It was winter day and every child was out in the streets and throwing snowballs at each other.
"Beat. Come here, you little ankle biter." A brown-haired woman probably in her forties walked towards a small raven haired girl who was jumping up and down in excitement. "You forgot to wear a scarf. You don't want Jack Frost nipping your nose." the woman smiled warmly at the little girl as she wrapped a purple knitted scarf around her daughter's neck.
"Jack Frost won't do that, mother!" The little girl protested as she wrapped her pudgy pinkish arms around her Sophie's neck.
"I know he won't honey, but be careful alright?" Sophie planted a kiss on her daughter's forehead before letting her out. "Oh, and watch out for the Easter Bunny. It's hard to miss a six-foot tall bunny." Sophie smiled to herself, and had a faraway look in her eyes as if she was remembering a sweet memory.
"What, mummy?" little Beatrice had her hand on the doorknob.
"Nothing, dear." She patted the little girl's head and opened the door for her "Make some memories of your own. And if you do see the Easter bunny, send my love to him."
"Alright, I will!" Beatrice ran and squealed, arms outstretched as she joined her friends for the egg hunt.
She stared at the pale boy in front of her in shock.
"Jack Frost?" She knew from the very start she couldn't have survived a dunk in the freezing lake. She was dead.
Is she really?