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FROZEN - Do You Want to Build a Snowman?Alone in her bedroom, Elsa huddles in a corner farthest from the door. She tightly hugs herself with her eyes squeezed shut.
Don’t react. Never respond, she repeats in her head. Don’t react. Never respond.
A three short knocks upon her locked door snaps Elsa from her inner mantra. She remains stock-still in her corner as a young voice cheerfully calls out her name.
No. No. No. No—
“I know you’re in there~”
Go away. Go away. Go away.
“Please, Elsa, don’t you want to play with me? We used to be best buddies, remember?”
Elsa lets out a choked sob and prays for morning to hurry.
Twelve years. Twelve years, on the same day every winter, this thing would appear outside her locked room, goading the princess to come out; it never bothers anyone else, only Elsa.
Desperate, the king sought out the trolls’ council for a solution but, according to the chi
ROTG - Awry[April 13th, 1968]
Jack loves drive-in theaters. He thinks they are the greatest inventions ever—well, those newfangled automobile designs are pretty great too.
Perched on a high tree branch, with a clear view of the expansive screen, the teen idly munches on a bucket of popcorn he previously pilfered from a couple who were getting a little too hands-y during their sloppy make-outs.
He wonders what kind of movie will play tonight. The proprietor likes to mix it up for each show; last night’s screening was about a man who becomes enslaved by talking apes.
The parking lot’s lights flicker and dim, signaling the start of the movie. The grainy film begins rolling across the screen. A Night to Remember is spelled out in wavy script.
Smiling, Jack comfortably reclines against the tree trunk. “This is gonna be good.”
. . . . . .
[April 14th, 1968]
A massive snowstorm sweeps across the east coast.
ROTG - Backtalk“Tooth, you gotta hide me!”
The faerie queen almost drops the large bowl of assorted fruits she is carrying when Jack abruptly appears in her path.
“Hide? Jack, this really isn’t a good—”
“Please?” he whines. “It’s a matter of life and death!”
“Is it Bunny again?”
“What? No! It’s not Bunny…this time.”
“Jack, honey, I love you but I’m in a little bit of a—”
“It’s Mother Nature,” he blurts.
It takes a few seconds for her to register what the teen quickly says. “Mother Nature? Why do you need to hide from her?” Her feathers nervously twitch.
Jack bites his bottom lip, looking quite sheepish from the question. “Well…I sorta started this blizzard back in the States and most of Canada.”
“Another one? Oh Jack,” she chides.
“Hey, spring is coming up soon and I wanted the winter season to go out with a b
ROTG - The Hand He Dealt[April 14th, 1912]
Jack loudly whoops as he slides down an iceberg’s dipping ridges. His weathered cloak billows behind him while he happily loops and glides along the frosted terrain. He notches the crook of his staff around an icy spike and pitches himself toward an uphill slope, using the momentum and a strong gust to launch into the air.
The winter spirit flies across the moonless sky, content and joyful, until he drops, heading for the ocean. Before he reaches the calm swells, he aims his staff and fires off a large burst of frost. His magic hits the ocean at such a force, the water churns and foams until ice rises up and up, crafting a hulking iceberg.
Marveling his handiwork, Jack lands on top of the highest ridge of his creation, grinning wildly.
“Now that was fun!”
Amidst his excitement, the teen does not notice an extensive ship steadily sailing toward the iceberg. The glacial mass soon quakes and the sound of scraping metal snaps Jack’s attention to t
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