Ah, The Life of a Snow Princess

by I'mawriternotcrazy

Leo Valdez has never been lucky in the "love department." Years after the giant war and many failed romances later, Leo finds himself staying in Paris for a few days-nothing much, just for a little work. Then steps in a mysterious girl and-as these always go-Leo finds himself in a relationship he can't back out of. No matter how much he probably should. Future fic.

2. Chapter 2

She's had a good life.

She's never been the best with cars, at least not as good as the rest of her family-her dad is a mechanic, after all-But she loves her daddy, so she made sure she could resight how to change a tire and fix the air conditioner backwards and forward. Therefore, she some what fits in with her family.

Growing up, everyone always looked at her and said-"Gee! She'll sure be pretty when she grows up." "Just look at her face! Such an angel!"-And once she was old enough, where cute-was-hot-and-hot-was-theverythingeveryonedreamedof People-mainly the boys her age, or just men in general-would leer and gossip in that way about her. Yes. She had the looks.

It was the personality and smarts she was missing.

And no, she wasn't one of those dumb-blondes(Though she is blonde)She got the occasional A, and the less rare D. it's just the skills she doesn't have.

Nope. No skills.

Growing up, everyone always would look at her and mention her looks. Back before puberty, at least. Then there was a year or two of zits-bad hair months-those awkward days when you'd just look bad, and finally, she came past all this and became what every girl wanted.

Pretty. Beautiful. Hot. Sexy.

This girl, she had a good life. She'll remind herself of this when her vision was filled with flashes. I have a good family. She'd remind herself, when she was yelled at to sit still while people were painting makeup on her. (You'd think she was naturally this beautiful. Hah.) She'd remind herself of her six younger siblings, her amazing step mom-may she rest in peace-and her dad, who was the typical dad. Could you ask for more?

She had a good life. She was lucky, her family had money and she had lots of time with her mom before the cancer took her. Her siblings were younger than her, at that perfect age where they all love you. She was lucky enough, at fifteen, to be scouted and hired as a model. She had a good life. It was the personality and reason to live this "good life" she was missing.

She wasn't the smartest, but she sure as hell isn't dumb. She isn't the most beautifullest, but you wouldn't know with this makeup. She didn't have any skills, other than posing, but that's fine. You're all mortals. Of course she would tell you she has no skills. And it's not just because of her low self esteem. No. It's because of the secret she's kept, and, well. Like I said. You're just mortals. Your not apart of her world.

Her world where she had a good life. A good, pointless life for a personality-less girl.

Ah. The life of a French model/demigod princess.