Sorry for not updating in about a month! Hypothermia, volunteering, school, crew, the school's play, and life got in my way!
Disclaimer: I will, despite all odds, never own The Hunger Games.
Dedication:
This is the idea of Popular Wannabe, who gave me the death of a little girl freezing behind an iceberg rock thingy.
And to LunaPadma who wanted me to write a District 11 girl.
Freza Icily (Age 13) female – District 11
It was always warm in District 11. I think I loved that the most. The way that the sun beat down on my face when I was out in the strawberry fields, the way a cool breeze would occasionally glide through my hair on the way home, and the way that warmth danced on my eyelids when I lied down in the meadow to rest. I loved the warmth. It is what beacons to me even now, calling me home with its promise to never leave. My home calls me to take refuge from this cold, barren, snowy wasteland of an arena, and I long to return to it.
I have wrapped my jacket and blanket around my small frail body as tightly as possible. I was still shivering, still cold, and still longing for the warmth of my home that seemed so close now. I was too cold to move, not that it mattered. The water I held in my canteen was frozen solid. My food is rock hard. I haven't had anything to drink or eat in days. There is no wood to build fires with. I just have to stay still and hope I outlast the District 2 boy, my only opponent left.
I knew that he has the same resource dilemma as I. Though, I think that he has sponsors. I shivered violently again, knocking some of the snow that had come to rest on my head off. I am so cold, and I long for the sun. I am covered in a blanket of snow, but this blanket offers no warmth. It had been my defense, letting me blend into the surroundings. It covered my dark features then, but now it only offers more cold. I'm starting to think that my skin has turned to a chalk white color by now though. My toes and fingers are burning, and after some time, I can no longer feel them.
"Come home, alright, Frey?" Demanded my cousin Chaff.
"I don't know… I'm smaller than the others by sure." I had said. My voice had sounded weak and innocent.
"Don't think that way."
"I don't think I can kill someone." I whisper, barely making myself audible.
"Don't think that way. Think of it like a vacation, and you're playing hide and seek. Find a place to hide, so the others can't seek you. Remember that one time when I freaked out because I couldn't find you?"
"I was in your room the whole time." I said, recalling the memory.
"Exactly. Just hide, you won't have to kill anyone, and they won't have to kill you. Just hide. You will outlast the others, no matter where you are."
I don't think that my cousin ever considered a barren tundra with no food, frozen water, and no wood for fire. I didn't know how to survive here, but I hid. And no one has been able to find me. But as I shiver I try to think of the worth. I live in a district of warmth; I had no fear of freezing. The experience is completely new to me. And the shivers will not stop. I wish for the trillionth time since my entrance into the arena that I could return to the warmth of my home. I close my eyes.
I just had to outlast that one boy, and how long could he last anyway? It's not like he was immune to the cold. I let out one more violent shiver, and my body gets warm. I'm fazed. Did the boy die? I didn't hear the cannon. Did I die? No, I'm still thinking. Why is it so warm? I don't want to open my eyes to see if the snow has melted away, if the sun has returned from its cover under the clouds. I don't want to open my eyes and have the felling of warmth leave me. I think I let myself smile. I can already picture my homecoming.
Chaff and his parents are waiting for me to step off of the train, preparing to embrace me with open arms. I rush forward, ignoring the cameras, and am enveloped into their hug. The reunion is sweeter than sugar, and will bring tears into the eyes of the Capitol. I feel tears drip down my face, and the unbelievable happiness I feel about seeing them again. "Chaff, Chaff, I did what you said. I hid. I won."
He would then look me in the eyes, and he would smile at me. His cheeks would be moist with fresh tears which he so rarely showed, but his voice would be kept calm. He would let out a laugh of joy.
"I knew you would do it, Frey. I never had reason to doubt you." I would smile then. Smile at my cousin, and the fact that we were both alive. And I would smile at the warmth. The warmth that beat down on my face. The warmth that filled me now. The warmth that I loved oh so much…
So apparently freezing to death is like going to sleep, how any one would know that I have no idea, since, if this is true, they would be DEAD BY NOW!!! Lol. Anyhow, I enjoy reviews, they make me happy^^ Thanks to everyone who reads:D And, since I haven't done this in forever, thank you to: WrittingIsLife8, LunaPadma, Realityshowfan, Marionettes, In-the-fire, Manayrmz, Jack, Popular Wannabe, xXKillerxxCupcakeXx, Clara, Kesoliai, laxgoal131, and TheNotSoSimpleTruth (Who, by the way, is the subject of chapter 14) for reviewing!!! Sorry if I forgot you, but I'm only human... Or am I? JK, I think you are all amazing. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next will be up soon. Hopefully.
