Thank you those who have followed. It means so much. This next chapter is a reflection of the good and bad of the Snow Queen's powers.
P.S: Sorry for not writing in a while, I will try to get chapters up quicker next time.
Again, reviews help with writing a story so the more I get, the better the story becomes:) Thanks!
Through the forest air passed playful snowflakes frolicking to find their next adventure. The clouds, on the other hand, showed signs of much snow that would devastate the whole village. Though the both Jack and his sister walked through the flurries of snow and occasionally glanced at the darkness forming in the sky, they did not realize these signed were meant for them.
"Come Jack," the little girl ran along in front of Jack, holding her new leather skates by her side. "You know what?" She stops for a moment. "Do you ever wonder about the snow, Jack?"
Jack runs up to her and picks her up onto her shoulders and keeps walking. "Sure, I do" Jack says in a half convincing vioce. He had been rather hesitant about telling his sister about the visions of lights on the icy lake, because she would tell his mom who did not believe in the Snow Queen. He was not going to explain to her about something she would never believe in. He knew this for a fact. So he thought for a moment about the way he should respond to his sister. "I do think about the snow, and about where it comes from and what can be done with it. Snow has its own personality; you make it into what you want it to be. Snow can be used for play or for destruction. The one who controls its power decides what it does." He doesn't meant to be so wordy and negative by it just comes out.
"That's kinda scary," she hugs her brother's neck with fear, "But, who controls the snow?" She waits for a moment and asks the same question again.
Jack finally decides to tell his sister the secret. "You know how the snow is created so it can rest on the ground and fly around us," he points to the snow flurries coming down from the sky.
"How?"
"It's the Snow Queen."
The little girl gasps with delight. "You mean there's a queen who makes snow fall everywhere?"
"Everywhere." Jack states rather matter-a-factly, "And I've seen her, but not in real life, in some sort of colorful picture on the frozen lake. She was a beautiful Queen." He said smiling up at his sister because he knew she enjoyed hearing about beautiful queens. "She could make snow come out of her hands to create objects, like a snowman. Or use her ice to freeze anything around her." He said this rather sadly. It was a sad truth but it was possible for the Snow Queen to cause destruction.
"Why would she do that?" The little girl asks concerningly as Jack places her back on in the snowy ground.
"Because of Fear, because of what she thinks she will mess up on." With a sudden urgency he stops and looks straight at his sister's face as though he was speaking straight to her, "fear will be her worst enemy."