Twenty seven hundred miles away in Quebec, Canada, it is an unusually hot day. So hot that, in a certain hotel, ice is melting. The owners of the hotel have retreated to their bedrooms, where it is easier to control the climate. So no one is around when ice statues start to thaw for the first time in decades.
A girl with dark hair and hazel eyes crumpled to the floor as the ice that had encased her turned to slush. Her body shivered spastically as she forced herself into a sitting position.
Her eyes moved quickly around the room she found herself in, looking for danger. They landed on the ice statue she had stood next to only a moment before. Pain and horror flooded over her face and she somehow managed to stand on her feet.
Cold, slightly blue hands touch the icy face. Tears slide down her cheeks as her fingers try to find a crack or crevasse in order to pull the ice away. Violent spasms pass through her body and her legs fall out from under her.
The salty tears mixed with the ever growing puddle of water surrounding the pair. Astrid had to once again push herself up, but she had just managed to get to her knees when there was a thud, and a splash. The statue next to her had fallen, cracking some of the ice.
Astrid scrambled through the icy water and started to claw at the ice, her movements growing more and more panicky and desperate. She only cried harder when her fingertips could no longer feel the ice.
Her arms were wrapped around her torso as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her sluggish mind didn't register the pain, the cold, or the person near her.
"What-what am I going to do?" She stuttered. "I-I'm al-lone, in the middle of Ca-Canada." Her teeth chattered and her hand shook as she reached for a pocketknife laying in the water. She flipped the knife open and she suddenly held a sword.
The sight of the gift given to her by her father calmed her. Slowly she began to think rationally again, but before she could figure anything out, someone placed their hand on her shoulder. She freaked out and had the person up against a wall with her sword at their throats before they could cry out.
As it turns out, the other statue had finally melted, release it her companion. He had watched her stare at her sword for five minutes before trying to get her attention and got pinned to a wall for his trouble.
Patrick watched as her faced changed. Her eyed widened in shock as her lips tried to form words. Anger faded into relief, then the relief was mixed with a small amount of guilt.
"Your sword skills didn't get rusty." He said. "Sorry for startling you."
She smiled, "I'm just glad you're alive." She said, pressing a ridge in the hilt of her sword. It collapsed in on itself once she did. "What do you think we should do? Finish the quest, or return to camp?"
Patrick sighed. "I think we should head back to camp. Emily probably thought that we had died. She would have informed camp. I think that our part in this quest is over."
Astrid looked downcast, "yeah, I just wish that we could have helped her more."
"We did what we were meant to do. There's no changing fate once it happens." He pulled two rings out of his pocket. "My mother gave me these. She said that if you put the ring on and thought of a destination, you would arrive there. These are our ways to camp."
Astrid nodded and accepted one of the rings. No words were said, but both put the rings on and they vanished without a sound.
This one feels weird to me. Astrid is presenting a weird image and I feel like she recovers too fast once Jacob melts. But I don't know how else to present her. She is supposed to be panicky, cause she just melted after being frozen for who knows how long!
So yeah, I don't know about this chapter, please send me a review telling me what you thought.
Also, does anyone know where they are? Just a question. I know, but do you?