Zanna didn't tell her parents that she was visited by an elf, they wouldn't believe her. They also wouldn't believe that she was kissed by one. It was a splendid kiss. One she simply could not stop thinking about. He said he'd come back to get her the next night. Where would he take her? She wanted to be swept off her feet by him. Baldur… such a extraordinary name.

She walked through a field, the smell of the ocean was all around. The mountains were off in the distance. Was Baldur beyond them in his craft waiting for the hours to pass until he could see his friend again?

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around, it was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, those same eyes that stared at her in the moonlight. He smiled and placed his index finger to his lips as if to shush the scare from turning into utter horror. It was Baldur, but he looked different. He was wearing a sweater, rubber boots and trousers. His hat was gone.

"Baldur?"

He nodded. "I promised to be yours truly, so now, even when you think you're alone you're obviously not."

"What are you doing here?"

He put his hands in his pockets and strolled by her, "it's the kiss we shared. I can't stop thinking about it. I'd like very much to relive it and watch you blush every time I mention it."

"You shouldn't be here, someone might see you."

He stopped and looked at her as if she said the most absurd thing. "Who? Who would see me? You're all alone out here. No one knows you're here except me."

"So what do we do?"

He smiled. "We can go to the mountains. Would you like that?"

"They're too far away."

"I can bring you there. I can bring you anywhere. Just name it and I'll be at your beckon call."

"You really want to be my servant?"

He got down on one knee as if he were going to ask her to marry him. "If you'll have me?"

"Stand on your feet, Baldur, I am not a queen."

He laughed quietly, "you stole me away from mine, so you are now mine. Don't you understand that? Ever since I realised you I loved you."

"You're talking crazy now."

"Say that you love me too?"

"Stand up!"

He stood up quickly and took her hands, "will you kiss me again?"

"If I do, what will happen next?"

He gazed as if he really didn't know the answer to that. "Do you want to be an elf? We can go into the wilderness…"

She stepped back but he wouldn't let go of her hands. "I have heard stories of elves playing tricks on humans. I have heard of creatures stealing children and leading travellers astray to their deaths."

"They are just stories, Zanna. This is the real thing! Say you'll go away with me!"

She sighed and closed her eyes. "How does one become an elf?"

"Love me…truly love me."

"I hardly know you, it will be difficult."

"So, you don't love me?"

"Not right now, but if you give it time, perhaps I might, if you're good."

"Then I will wait. Will you hold my hand and walk with me?"

She opened her eyes and bit her bottom lip at first. "Won't somebody see us?"

"Only you can see me."

"I see. You said that you were going to see me tonight, where were we supposed to go?"

"I was going to take you away, Zanna, and never bring you back. You have enraptured me."

She liked how he swooned over her, she was never this liked before, she was used to much rejection in school and hardly spoken to at home. This offer to go to the fairy kingdom was exhilarating, she wanted to go, would it be dreadfully painful or would it be comforting like one falling asleep?

"Tell me about yourself, Zanna." He started. "What are your hobbies? What's your favourite book? Your treasured song? Your most cherished poem? What is your favourite colour? Tell me everything, I want to hear."

She smiled and pressed her lips together. "There is not much to me, I am a very plain and simple person. Please, do tell me about yourself? I've often wondered about the personal lives of fairies."

"Really?"

"No, not really, I mean." He giggled silently. "Actually, it interests me now, now that you're here. Please do tell, who are you?"

He stopped walking and peered around as if there was a predator. He then suddenly looked at Zanna with much concern. "You should go home."

"Why?"

"It's not safe out here."

"What do you mean?"

He stopped holding her hand. "Return to your home, Zanna, and promise me you will never venture out alone anymore."

"If you are at my beckon call, does that also mean you are my protector?"

"I can't protect you from everything."

"Will I see you tonight?"

He nodded. "Leave your window open, I will come to you."

There was the sound of a rock or pebble rolling in the distant and Zanna gaped in that direction. She then looked back at Baldur but he was gone. Vanished like a phantom with the wind. The atmosphere seemed different. She felt like there were eyes on her. Something out there was watching her, something not good, something evil. Going back home seemed like a good idea. She pulled her sweater tighter around her body and headed back to her house. Although Baldur disappeared she could still feel his existence.

Crawling amongst the rocks was an ugly troll. It was fascinated by Zanna's beauty. It saw Baldur, and it hated elves, fairies, and anything good. Its heart was purple with revulsion. It now knew that this attractive human was in leagues with a mystical creature. It knew of their secret. The troll would disguise itself too and try to steal Zanna away from her elf friend. It would in fact try to kill her if it couldn't marry her. Turn her into an elf? Why not a troll? It snickered and disappeared with a snap of its fingers…