There once were three sisters, Angelica, Francesca, and Evangeline. They were born to a world where magic was commonplace. The oldest, Angelica, could heal any plant with a touch of a finger. The middle sister, Francesca, had the coldest touch but the warmest heart. Whispers of pity followed the youngest sister Evangeline, who in a bought of terrible chance was born without magic. Evangeline hated the staring, the whispers, being treated as failure. One day, she couldn’t stand it anymore. With tears in her eyes she ran away from home and into the neighboring forest. She ran and ran until she collapsed next to a big oak tree and fell asleep. When she awoke she saw a decrepit cabin hanging from the trees. Cold and hungry she made her way to the cabin door. The door swung open and inside sat an old woman with hair as white as snow
“I know why you are here child. Just because you weren’t born with magic doesn’t mean you can’t borrow magic. All you need is a special stone and this incantation said during the new moon. Now take these items and run along home my dear.”
The next new moon Evangeline placed the stone on her windowsill and recited the incantation. That night the stone turned black and tendrils of shadows spread across the castle attaching themselves to Evangeline and the closest magical being.
That morning Evangeline woke to a chill in the air. As she darted her hand out to grab another blanket, ice shoots from her fingers and freezes the chair in front of her. Evangeline stares in shock as realization dawns on her. With an expression of pure joy she jumps out of bed to her parents chambers. Suddenly a blood curdling scream penetrates the castle walls. “Franceseca!” Evangeline dashes to her sister’s room.
“It’s gone!” she cries. “My magic it’s completely gone!”
Evangeline looks to her sister and down at her hands in horror. She flees the castle and burst into the cabin. “What have you done!” The Wild Woman laughs a most evil laugh “Oh child you made your choice. You stole you sister’s magic and no act is worse than that. Forevermore you will be cursed. Your heart will turn to ice and you will never know happiness.”
Evangeline collapses to the ground in pain gripping her heart as it turned to ice. Screaming in anguish, ice explodes from every pour in her body freezing the Wild Woman in the cabin and the castle with all the people still in it. As the ice settles Evangeline’s screams turn to evil laughter and so began the Reign of the Ice Queen.
Submitted by: Samantha Krosntadt