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Epilogue
Elsa was missing. Anders had searched everywhere, but she couldn't be found. Sadly, he closed Bryce's shop, permanently marking it out of business. But he couldn't bring himself to think "permanently". He thought of it more like "for a short period of time". He couldn't believe that they were both gone.
Elsa, where could she be? He remembered her leaving one day; she never returned. That day, he had faithfully waited for hours, positive that she would return. Instead, he was only to be disappointed.
His mother had offered to help him search,but he wanted to be the one to find her and bring her to safety. His sister had offered to send guards and search parties after her, but Anders politely declined. He knew that Elsa wouldn't have wanted such a large commotion cause because of her.
Presently, he sat on Elsa's bed, taking in his surroundings. He pocketed a slip of paper she had wrote on messily. Anything to remember her. He sighed, and eased himself onto her bed.
Elsa's funeral had been held two days ago. Everyone had been dressed in black. Except for him. He had dressed in white; to honor her snowy powers. Even though there was no body to bury, the ceremony went on, as if she truly was dead, even without solid proof. She had been 'buried' under the name of Noelle. No one would ever know her real name.
Anders got up from his bed and headed outside, prepared to do some moping and sulking. He looked towards the graying sky. Snowflakes were beginning to fall. Elsa.
Bryce was gone, Elsa was gone, and… Billy. Billy, sorry kiddo.
Anders looked down at his hands, imagining blood on them. He buried his hands into his hands, ready to let his forming tears fall.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Anders lifted his head, curious to see what was making the noise.
There stood a hideous creature, wrinkly and crinkled. It's piercing red eyes glinted with a hint of insanity. What in the world?
"What...are you?" he asked.
The creature bared it's fangs. "Nevermind who I am...where is Elsa?" It hissed, it's voice full of wrath.
"U-um…" Anders stuttered, unsure of what to say.
"You have three seconds. One. Two. Three." It spat. "Oh, too slow." It smiled cruelly, and raised a clawed hand. It quickly brought it's hand down, scratching Anders' head, lightly enough so that it didn't kill him.
Anders yelped, and passed out, his face bloodied.
"You...may be of use to me." The creature cracked it's knuckles and stalked off, Anders in tow.
Not a single person noticed the disappearance of Anders. Anders, who would soon take a big role in the events to come...
Nike: And so concludes this story! I wrote the whole epilogue. Yay me, and all that. :P
By the way, there's a sequel to this coming out! Keep an eye out for that! It's going to
be called 'The Frost is Back Again'.
Rosegold: Yep! 'The Frost is Back Again' will be even BETTER! Can you believe that?
Nike: Nah. :P I think this was pretty good already. :D
Rosegold: Well, what did you guys, the readers, think?! Please review! Now we doone.
Aqua: Not yet. Don't you dare finish without me and the cookies. I don't ask for reviews. I just give cookies. So, yeah. Bye! (::)