She stopped at the entrance and grimaced. Ice. Her least favorite element. She took a deep breath and prepared to kick her way in. Wouldn’t be the first time.
No matter what the townsfolk blathered on about, she knew for a fact that she wasn’t a queen, an ancient kingdom did not await, the ice would not magically part to let her through – and elves, bells and everything nice were all just a fairy tale.
Now if she could only explain why she’d been hearing faint laughter and tinkling for the past half hour… and why the ice that was solid to the ground moments before was now inexplicably knee-high. And rising.
I couldn’t resist. heehee.