The following evening, while father was talking with the guards, I decided to sneak outside for a bit, just to see what it was like in the snow. I hid behind a tall pole close to the palace exit and watched my father talking to one of the villagers. I placed my hand out in front of me and placed a makeshift sprite of myself standing by the kitchen. I then draped my cloak over my head and ran outside, making it into the snow. My legs quickly stiffened as they felt the bitter cold, and I bent down to look more closely at the snow on the ground. As I was looking, I noticed a boy running straight towards me at full speed. I immediately froze as I watched him slide through me. I watched him run off like nothing had happened and grinned. I loved when I got to make myself transparent and anything could go through me, yet, it was very difficult and power consuming, so I didn't do it often. I continued on what I was doing earlier, and decided to grab some snow with my hand. I rolled up my sleeve to where it was tightened onto my elbow and reached down, the icy feeling of the snow feeling wonderful on my skin. As I dug my hand into the snow, I noticed a strange blue aura crawl up my skin, as if my skin were frost bitten. My eyes widened in utter shock as it continued to grow on my arm. I immediately stumbled backward, pulling my hand out of the snow. I couldn't even make out the image of my hand anymore. It looked so… Familiar for some reason, like I had seen it before…. Then it hit me. It was a Frost Giant claw. I felt the strange icy feeling in my arm crawl up my neck, and immediately ran back inside, screaming. Father turned around and saw me running through the hall as I tried to hide myself the best I could, making the sprite of myself vanish as I ran past it. I ran up to my room and slammed the door, noticing that the temperature in my room had dropped dramatically. I noticed icicles hanging from the ceiling and frost growing on the windows. These must be hallucinations of some sort I thought. I flung my cloak onto the bed and noticed my whole body was blue. I ran to the closet and locked myself in, then I heard father storm in, followed by Thor's alerted stomps down the hallway.
"LOKI!" Father yelled alarmingly, noticing the ice shrouding the room. "How in the world did this happen?" He continued, looking around my bedroom fearfully. I stared at the strange engraves on my arm and curled myself into a ball, trying to think of a way to make myself entirely hidden. "Oh no… No no no no! He went outside!" He turned to Thor. "Thor, did you see Loki outside?"
Thor shook his head. "No, father." Father was breathing heavily, as he stepped closer to the closet, the heat finally kicking in. I heard his hand clutching onto the doorknob and I held my breath. He opened the door slowly and looked at me, sighing in relief.
"Thank goodness you're here!" He said, pulling me into a tight embrace. I looked at him quizzically. What is he so happy about? Doesn't he see my mutant-ized skin? I looked down at my arms and noticed that they were their normal pale color. Father…didn't see any of it…? I knew he noticed the ice, but what about… What about me? Was I free to go? Did father throw the thought aside that I went outside? What was going to happen?