I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold. All màu sắc seem to fade away I can't reach my soul.
She never quite liked it at all. The feeling of her powers. She wasn't born with them, not like the others. It was bởi chance.
By tragedy.
That she had come into them.
The cold was stinging, paining. She had struggled to get away from it, logged to get away from it. She was dying. It was killing her all too slowly.
Killing her until all she could feel was the cold.
Just when she thought she was Mất tích to the frost; her blood Nữ hoàng băng giá through and through, tim, trái tim slowed to practically dead.
Just when she couldn't...
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