3rd Chapter Promo for Frozen Reflection by L. J. Gastineau

Today brings yet another chapter for Frozen Reflection today’s takes place in chapter 7 and is actually quite lengthy in comparison to other chapters.  If you are interested in the story, then please see the bottom of the post for links on where to buy a copy.

CHAPTER 7

Bianca walked alongside the large man.  Could he be one of the dwarves?  He seemed too tall, but if there was a curse, perhaps that could have changed things?  His clothing was kind of rustic and woodsy looking.  In fact he sort of resembled a tree now that she thought of it.  “Do you have a name?”

“Oak.”

“It’s nice to meet you.  So, do you know why I have been brought here?  I mean what was the curse supposed to do?”

Oak shrugged his massive shoulders.  “I don’t know much; only that today was the day that you were to return.”

“Snow White.”

“Yes, you.”

Bianca decided it was mote at this point to argue with him over who she was.  Certain things which had occurred that day were making her question her own identity the more she thought of them.  “So, did Snow White, I mean I die from eating a poisoned apple?”

Oak froze, starring at her with a horrific expression.  “That was what caused the curse.”

“You mean no prince?” She blurted out before thinking.  She normally didn’t care about guys but if she had to be the fairytale princess a prince should be part of the deal!

“You really don’t remember, do you?”

“Tell me!  What happened?”

Oak shook his head.  “It’ll be easier to show you.  We’ll be there shortly.”

Bianca folded her arms over her chest.  She hated the cryptic details that Oak was sharing in pieces.  She just wanted to hear what happened so she could figure out what was going on with her own life.  Apples, mirrors, old women trying to sell her stuff, and being transported to some strange place where at least one person thinks she’s a fairytale princess.  It was enough to drive one mad.  Rather than unleash her fury on Oak, she stayed silent as they continued their journey.

“Here we are,” Oak said gesturing to what resembled ancient ruins.  Stone and marble littered the scorched earth.  Tall pillars were shattered; deep cuts scarred the ornate structures.  A marble statue was laid broken in the dirt.

Bianca walked toward the head of the statue for a better look.  As she peered down at the face she nearly fell over in shock.  The statue looked just like her!  “This can’t be possible.”

“But it is,” a different masculine voice said from one of the broken columns.

Bianca gasped in surprise.  She hadn’t expected anyone else except Oak to be there.  “Who are you?”

The man chuckled, shaking back his golden blonde bangs as he studied her with amused hazel eyes.  His ponytail fluttered behind him with the movement.  “Alphonse.”

“Just Alphonse?”

“For now,” he grinned coyly.  “So, you’ve returned at last.”

Bianca narrowed her eyes.  “I am not the Princess Snow White!”

“Really?  You saw her face, didn’t you?  It’s rather uncanny, the resemblance.”

“It’s just a coincidence.”

Alphonse pushed off from the column he was leaning against, eyeing Bianca with interest.  “Oh, but you aren’t from around here.  Brought against your will, and just longing to return home.”

“Right.”

He laughed again, gesturing to Oak.  “I suppose it’s now or never.  Right?”

Oak nodded.  “She didn’t believe me.”

“Get comfy, princess because now it’s time for a little story regarding your destiny.”

Bianca rolled her eyes.  “You don’t need to be so melodramatic.”

Alphonse smirked as he dug his hands in the pockets of his dark green cloak.  “You really don’t remember anything… this might be fun.”

“If you are just going to tell a bunch of lies, then I’ll find my own way.”  She turned to leave but was stopped as Alphonse grabbed her wrist.  “Let go of me.”

“No, you need to hear this.  Now sit.”

Bianca sighed but feeling as though she had no other choice, perched herself on one of the columns.

“Today, is your sixteenth birthday, correct?”

“Yes.  How did you-”

“That’s one part of the curse.”  Alphonse explained.  “It’s said on this day the Princess shall return and bring peace back to our land.”

“I don’t know anything about saving any worlds.  It’s got to be a coincidence.  You’ve got the wrong girl.  If that’s all you have to say then I’m out of here.”  Bianca stood up ready to leave once again when Alphonse blocked her.  “Get out of my way.”

“Your birthday is today.  You look just like the princess.  You’re here.  Has anything else happened that you can’t explain?  Maybe something to do with apples and mirrors?”

She bit her lip.  “That is what keeps dissolving my arguments against being the fairytale princess.”

Alphonse snickered, prompting Bianca to roll her eyes at him.  “You may not remember, but it seems that the past is trying to force you to whether you like it or not.”

Bianca sat back down in a huff.  “So, the story goes that Snow White’s stepmother was jealous of her beauty, sent a woodsman out into the woods to kill her.  He couldn’t do it and left assuming that the wildlife would take care of the girl for him.  She stumbles upon the cottage of the seven dwarves who take her in.  Later the stepmother disguises herself as an old woman, attempting to kill her with laces for her bodice and a poisoned comb all of which failed.  Last was a poisoned apple which worked until a prince came along.  As he carried her off in the glass coffin, it was dropped, the apple dislodged from her throat, she woke up, and they all lived happily ever after.”

Alphonse stared at her incredulously.  “Whoever provided you with your information was an imbecile.  That is not by far how the story goes.”

“How do you know?”  Bianca challenged, growing tired of the smug man.

“Let’s worry about you first.”  He grabbed her wrist.  “We need to take you someplace else now.”

“Great, more show and tell.”

“Don’t be difficult,” he scolded.

Despite her wanting to protest she went along with Alphonse and Oak.  She doubted that they would take no for an answer anyway.  At least they weren’t setting any warning bells off in her head unlike the old woman she had encountered earlier.

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