Slumping over the sofa whilst looking up at the ceiling, I now realized that I was in danger for certain. The dream that had put the kids and myself off from eating breakfast had turned out to be a vision of some sort, and I had to do something about it quick or else I was going to die. Ripping my eyes away from the ceiling, my eyes fell wearily on the door handle. The door was locked. Pebbie must have locked me in since he was the last one out. Turning my gaze back to the fireplace I now realized why tonight had seemed off. Sitting myself upright, I placed both hands wearily in front of one another. Closing my eyes slowly, I began to imagine a snowflake materialising in mid-air. As soon as I opened my eyes the realization of how much trouble that I was in finally hit me in the gut. I felt myself double over as I stared at my hands incredulously.
Nothing had happened.
My powers were not working and it looked like Pebbie knew it. For the first time in my whole life, I didn’t only feel completely worn out but I also felt like my magic was not stirring or flowing. How did I lose my powers though? It’s not like after falling asleep anything could have came about…
I looked at the fire and felt the warm breeze blow through my hair whilst tickling the tips of my ears. I felt anger burn inside of me as I looked intensely at the smouldering rocks whilst tightening my hands into fists. Feeling the tears roll down I now realized something that I wish I hadn’t.
I had been betrayed.
The mysterious conversation between Pebbie and Bulda when I was waking up now made sense. Bulda sounded like she was begging Pebbie to tell me something but he wouldn’t budge. Now that I was thinking about it, it was not a coincidence at all. I had ended up in their village not only to be looked after, but also to be kept as a prisoner. Standing up now, I walked over to the fireplace and bended over whilst kneeling in front of it. Pebbie had been tending the fire continuously throughout the night and it wasn’t because he wanted the room to be in particularly warm, instead he wanted me to not feel something.
I had been drugged deliberately. The vial of light green fluid had not been recommended because Bulda wanted me to get better and that was why she was having the argument with Pebbie. Standing up angrily, I turned towards the window and looked outside it again. Waiting for a few minutes, I then saw the figure reappear from the left side of the wall. Taking in a deep breath, I felt my eyelids flutter as I breathed out. If I wanted to get out of here alive I needed to think clear and thinking about betrayal was not going to help.
“That’s something I will happily explore later on” I mumbled miserably.
Bringing both hands to my face, I scrunched my face up before slapping myself on the cheeks with both hands three times. On the third time I quietly winced and began looking around the room. What were my options? The door had been locked, so there was no chance of escaping from there and I had no chance of escaping through the window without my powers. Looking back outside the window, I looked down and felt my stomach flip.
“So that’s out of the question” I said queasily.
Walking back over to the sofa I began to stare at it. Maybe I could break the door open?
“Good one Elsa” I said quietly whilst slapping my forehead.
I had almost nearly forgot that I had heard guards outside. Pebbie was making sure that I couldn’t escape tonight, and it looked like it was for something rather important.
“Thanks Pebbie” I whispered.
Walking around the room, I now began to realize why I had been left in a room like this. The room was bare. There were no chairs except for the sofa in the middle of the room, which now looked evidently suspicious. The fireplace was also something that I couldn’t do anything to since it could either hurt me or kill me. Turning my head slowly towards the hot coals it hit me.
“Of course!” I shouted before slapping both hands around my mouth.
Looking towards the door, I began to back away whilst fearing an ambush. After a few seconds had passed, I felt my heart slow down before walking towards the fireplace. Bending down now, I sat myself down and began taking off my heel. Feeling the heel leave my foot left my foot feeling cool.
“Well that’s a first” I whispered.
Removing the other heel now, I quickly changed my centre of focus on the hot coals. Grappling both heels by the end I frowned at myself.
“These were one of my favourite pairs” I whined.
Straightening my face, I shook my head quickly and began to place my left heel into the coals.
“Come on” I whispered.
Picking up the right heel now, I placed both of them into the coals. Feeling the intense heat humming up my arms sent hot and cold shivers up and down my spine. Nothing was happening. Looking at my heels on the coals I burrowed my eyes questioningly. Why wasn’t it working? Sighing slightly, I rolled my eyes weakly.
“Who am I kidding?” I laughed darkly.
“Im going to die either way”
Then all of a sudden something made a crackle. Whipping my eyes back to the heels I stood up a bit too quickly before feeling my mouth goofily smile.
“They call me the queen of ice?” I asked sarcastically.
“More like the queen of fire” I said dramatically.
Jabbing one heel forward, I felt happy as I watched the embers spark off the shoes. The left heel had set alight thankfully and my plan was now in action. Placing the left and right heel together now, I watched as the other heel set alight. Walking over quickly to the door, I began to wave both of the shoes in front of it.
“Fire!” I shouted.
I put my ear up against the door.
“Help me! There’s a fire! Help! Help!” I shouted through the door.
I began waving both heels under the door and blowing underneath it. If the guards weren’t going to let me go to them, I would make them come to me. The smoke was beginning to thicken and I could now see that the heels were quickly melting. I felt panic set in. Trying to calm myself, I began banging on the door with both heels.
“Save me! There’s a fire!” I screamed.
Putting my ear against the door, I now realized something was wrong. Backing away from the door with wide eyes I felt my heart beat like a percussion band. As soon as I reached the window I looked outside again. Waiting what seemed like an eternity, I slowly turned my eyes back to the door.
The guard was gone.