Me: OMG! I updated this story. It's cuz I lost the book, then found it, then put it in my room, then lost it agian.
Zolo: That and your lazy
Me: So? And what teen isn't?
Zolo: It also dosen't help that you write 5+ stories at a time
Me: No, I guess it don't
Zolo: Dosen't
Me: Whatever, the moral is that I may be a senior, but I still don't do my homework! Oh, and the story The Snow Queen belongs to Hans Christian Anderson and the SSB characters are copywrited to Nintendo
Ch.2: A little boy and a little girl
In a large town, where it was so crowded that no one had a garden because there just wasn't enough room, lived a young boy and girl. They were not brother and sister, but cared for each other as if it was so. Their houses were next to each other, and only had to step across a small gap to reach each others' roofs.
The children's parents used the roofs as their garden, with boxes and pots of vegetables and two rose plants. They would have much fun playing in their rose garden. But in winter, their fun was ended by the cold and snow. The boy's name was Popo, and the girl's was Nana. In the winter, the only way to play was to go all the way to the bottom floor and then go back up to the other's house. For it was too cold to stay outside.
"Look how the white bees swarm!" Popo's old grandmother said once when Nana paid them a visit.
"Do the white bees ever pick a queen?" asked the young boy, knowing that other bees always chose one.
"Yes." said his grandmother, "She is always where the swarm is thickest. At night she comes and looks into the windows. It is she who leaves the wondrous designs on the glass that you see when you wake."
"Wow." Both the children uttered in awe, for they had seen the flower-like designs and therefore knew it was the truth.
"Can the Snow Queen come in?" asked the little girl.
"Let her come in! Then I could put her on the stove and watch her melt!" the little boy laughed, wishing the cold weather was over.
And his grandmother patted his head and moved on to other stories.
One evening, when Popo sat at home bored, he ventured to peek out his window. As he watched the snowflakes swirl and land, he noticed one land on the edge of one of the flower pots. Under his very watch, the snowflake began to grow and grow, until it changed into the form of a woman. She then turned her icy, empty gaze to Popo and beckoned him to her. He was so frightened he ran to the other side of the room, and from his last glance at the window he thought he saw the shadow of a bird fly past the glass.
Soon after that evening, spring once again appeared. The sun shone and plants grew; once again, the children sat and played in their roof top garden. They looked up to the clear sky and looked to their blossoming roses, and wished that these lazy days would never end.
One afternoon, while they sat looking a picture book of birds and beasts Popo cried out.
"Oh, there is a pain in my heart and now something has flown into my eye!"
Nana quickly looked to him and watched him wink and wink, but she could see anything in his eye.
"I think I got it out." he said, but it wasn't. Because the thing that went into his eye was in fact a piece of the fated magic mirror and poor Popo had also gotten one in his heart, and though it didn't hurt any longer, it was still there.
"Why are you crying, stupid? It makes you look dumb, especially since there is nothing wrong with me. Hey," he said right after, "that rose is bug eaten! And that one is crooked. Why, there all ugly; just like the box they are planted in."
Popo then proceeded to knock the box over and pull the roses out by the roots.
"What are you doing?" the little girl cried.
He just gave her an empty look and went back into his window, leaving Nana to cry among the ruined roses.
After that day, all Popo would do was cause trouble. He could pick up someone's most hated trait and mimic it. Quite a few would say, "How clever that boy has become." But it was not him, but the pieces of the nasty mirror the horrible hand had made. He even took to teasing little Nana, which broke the little girls heart, for her soul was devoted to him.
Even his playing had changed. It seemed as if he knew everything by just looking at it.
"Look here, Nana." he said one winter afternoon while they played outside, "Look at how magnificent these snowflakes are."
He held them underneath a magnifying glass, so they seemed much bigger that usual.
"They are perfect in every way, they do not hold one single fault!" he continued, "If only they did not melt."
The very next day, he met Nana where they usually do with his big gloves on and a sled on his back.
"I have permission to go play in the market square with the other children today." he simply said, and was off with out a second thought. Leaving Nana alone.
In the square one of the other children and him moved around and around on the frozen ground. When it was the other child to push the sled, he pushed it so hard that they flew down the street. They just moved on and on and Popo began to grow scared when he saw the city gates come into view. With in a minute they went past the gates and beyond. Popo tried to let go of the sled's rope and escape, but it was going too fast! He cried out in fear, but no one was around to hear him. As he sat and watched while they drove deeper and deeper into the snow; he notice the snowflakes grow larger and larger, until they were the size of giant birds.
At that moment, the sled stopped and the other passenger of the sled stood up. It was no longer a child, but a woman. And no ordinary woman, at that, it was the Snow Queen. She was clothed in all white, the only color she wore other that that was all shades of pink.
"We have traveled fast," she said, "but now it is freezing cold! Come under my coat." With open arms, the queen wrapped Popo up in her thick, pink shawl.
How much colder Popo felt underneath her coat! But all he could do was shiver.
"You are still cold, child?" she asked gently; then she bent down and kissed Popo on the forehead.
Oh! Her kiss was like ice running through his veins. Popo thought, at first, that he would die from the cold, but that sensation slowly faded and he no longer felt the cold at all. The Snow Queen gave Popo one more kiss on the head and he suddenly forgot Nana, his grandmother, and everyone else he knew.
"And now you get no more kisses. Or I shall kiss you to death." she said.
As if for the first time, Popo looked to her and noticed how beautiful she was. She was as the snowflakes, perfect in every way; not like when he saw her before. He sat with her and told her how clever he was and how he could calculate anything that had to do with numbers. He told the queen everything he could think of and more. The whole time he spoke, the Snow Queen listened with a smile on her face.
When Popo ran of things to say, the Snow Queen took him up to where she lived. They flew very high in the sky, where Popo noticed a crystal-blue moon; a moon he stared at on the cold winter nights, while during the day he slept at the Snow Queen's feet.
I looked down at my audience, and they stared back with wide eyes.
"Why don't we take a break?" I said, closing the book.
"Nooooooooooo!" quite a few of the audience members yelled out in protest. But some of the members, (Falco and Luigi, not to name any names) rushed out of the room, most likely in search of a bathroom.
"See, some needed a break." I commented, while scanning the room. The Ice Climbers caught my attention first. They sat very close to each other, worry in their eyes. "Something the matter?" I asked them politely.
"What happens?" they both ask quickly.
"You'll see." I slyly answer.
Me: Please review, and in the case your reading this first... read and review!
Zolo: and in the case your smart, run away now (whispers) before she gets you like she got me!
Me: I heard that!
Zolo: (gulp) (hides in corner)
Me: Bwahahahahahaha! All bow down before the mighty fan girl!1!11!