That One Song From Frozen

The woods were dense, air thick with perpetual fog radiating around the area like a veil, it's own
personal cloud. The colours that peaked through were deep earthy greens and brown and the
powdery whites that came with the chill. If Sybil was a spirit, this would be the place she'd haunt.

The girl padded through the snow and greenery, thinking back to her time at firefly lake. It was
hard not to, the honey-brown fisherwoman had given her a lot to think about. It's ok not to know.
One step at a time. Those words didn't sit right anyway she placed them, certainly not with what
she expected of herself. A lot of the pressure had been self made, child-like wonder shifting into
her steadfast dedication to her teachings and refusal to hear anything else. She was far, far
away from home, but she still manage to carry old pressures on her back. It was beginning
to get difficult to lift them.

She had come back to the south, further than the crypt but not far. She trotted, think about
the wolf she had met there days, maybe a week before. Ricin was his name, A yearling of
shocking blue. She remembered the scent he carried, scent of a pack. Maybe she'd join one,
cozy up to someone in charge much like her ancestors, tell them of magic and prophecy with
silvered tongue and lead them to greatness. Or more accurately, her greatness. She liked to
think the benefit would be mutual.

The snow thickened, crawling up her legs as she traveled deeper. It began to get harder to lift
her paws, the cold powder weighing them down, as if the forest was asking her to stay. Maybe
travelling further south was a bad idea. She began idly moving the snow around, forming a
little orb of compressed ice with her paws. Maybe she'd throw it at someone, or maybe she'd
make something with it.

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