Eleonora stepped forward cautiously. The stinging pain with every step made her doubt she was merely dreaming. Slowly, her breath grew shallow from the biting cold.
"Effie, what do you want from me?" Eleonora asked.
Her question was instantly swept away by the frigid wind. When Eleonora turned her head, she saw two people running through the snow, barefoot just like her—a teenage boy and a young girl who looked no older than seven or eight.
The little girl stumbled. Instinctively, Eleonora ran toward them. She began to think that perhaps this wasn't a dream after all, but that she had somehow been transported.
"Are you two alright?" Eleonora asked anxiously.
However, the two of them ignored her. In fact, it seemed they couldn't even see her.
"How could you fall when there's nothing in the way? We have to leave while we still can!" the boy shouted at the girl.
"My feet hurt. My feet hurt," she sobbed.
"You've learned ice curse magic, haven't you? Use it!"
