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Scenario:Jenna and frost love story how Jenna met Frost and how they fell in love did she ran away with his child when she found out when she was pregnant or did she tell him and stay with him only time can tell
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Frost Moon
A fairy Asian skin tone and features he has purple eyes and jet black hair 6'2 likes to wear simple very clothing to match his ice powers his hair is medium length a little touch towards his shoulders but curled a little and a snowflake birthmark on his cheek
Jenna backwood
Green eyes reddish brown hair freckles over her face 10 years older than Olivia she's sassy smart a girly girl with her dresses she loves to paint and craft things she wishes to be a stylist
I was supposed to marry Frost.
I didn't know that until I ran away.
I was supposed to marry him the day I ran away.
I didn't know that until months later.
I never would have run away if I had known.
Maybe.
It's hard to say.
I loved him from the moment I saw him, even though he was ice and I was fire.
We were complete opposites in every way, but somehow we worked.
He's the one who taught me to love myself, even though I was flawed and imperfect.
I didn't know that until after I left, until after I found out who he really was.
Until after I found out who his family was, and what they were capable of.
Maybe I should have stayed and tried to make it work.
Maybe I should have left and tried to make a new life for myself.
Either way, it doesn't matter now.
Because Frost is gone, and I'm all that's left of him.
This is our story.
It starts the day we met, even though I didn't know it at the time.
I sit at my antique writing desk, the one Frost bought me when we first started dating, and pull out his favorite stationary - cream-colored paper with silver snowflakes along the border.
My hands shake as I uncap my pen.
I'm not sure where to begin, so I just start writing.
Dear Frost,
I don't even know what to say.
I'm not even sure you'll ever read this letter.
But I have to try.
I have to tell you everything.
It's the only way you'll ever understand why I left.
I didn't know about our families until after you were gone.
I didn't know that our marriage had been arranged when we were children, that our parents had agreed to it before we were even born.
If I had known, I would have stayed.
I would have fought for us, for our future together.
But by the time I found out, it was too late. I was going through some old family documents when I stumbled upon a contract between our families.
It was dated before we were even born, and it outlined the terms of our marriage.
It said that we would marry on my 21st birthday, and that we would have children together.
It said that we would rule over both of our families' empires together.
And it said that if either of us tried to back out of the marriage, there would be consequences.
I was scared, Frost.
I didn't know what to do.
So I ran away.
I packed a bag and left in the middle of the night, without telling anyone where I was going or why.
I just knew that I had to get out of there before it was too late. It wasn't until later, after I had settled into a new life in a new city, that I realized I was pregnant with your child.
At first, I thought it was just stress or something else causing my symptoms, but then I took a test and found out the truth. I was terrified, Frost.
I didn't know how to raise a child on my own, especially one who was half-wolf like you.
But then she was born, and everything changed. She's perfect, Frost.
She has your purple eyes and your dark hair.
"Does she know about me?" Frost's voice was a whisper, barely audible over the crackling fire.
"Not yet," I replied, my heart aching with the weight of the truth. "But she will, and when she does, she'll know how much you loved her."
My hands tremble as I write.
She's almost ten now, and she's the light of my life.
She took her first steps at nine months old, and she's been running ever since.
She loves winter just like you do, and she makes tiny ice crystals in the palm of her hand just like you used to do.
She's a little ball of fire, just like me, but she has your heart.
I've kept her safe all these years, hidden away from both of our families.
I've changed our last name, moved across the country, and started over from scratch.
I've done everything I can to protect her, to keep her safe from those who would use her for their own gain. I wipe away tears that smudge the ink on the page.
I don't know what else to say, Frost.
I don't know how to explain everything that's happened over the past ten years.
But I hope that somehow, someway, you'll understand why I left.
And I hope that you'll forgive me for keeping our daughter from you for so long. I fold the letter carefully and seal it with wax.
I press my finger into the wax, leaving behind a small snowflake design.
Then I place the letter in an envelope and address it to him.
I don't know where he is or if he'll ever get it, but I have to try.
As I look out the window, I see Storm's car pulling into the driveway.
My heart stops in my chest as he gets out and walks towards the house.
"Did you really think you could hide her from me forever?" Storm's voice was cold, matching the icy demeanor he always carried.
"I did what I had to do to keep her safe," I replied, standing my ground despite the fear gnawing at my insides.
"Safe from whom, exactly? Because I'm not the one you should be afraid of," he said, his eyes narrowing as if searching for a crack in my resolve.
He towers over me in my small living room, making the space feel even more cramped than usual.
I grip the letter tightly behind my back, watching as he paces back and forth like a caged animal.
"Tell me how you found us," I demand, trying to keep my voice steady.
He stops pacing and turns to face me, his expression unreadable.
"It wasn't easy," he admits.
"But I've been tracking you for years. Following a trail of unexplained frost patterns in various towns."
My heart sinks as I realize what he's saying.
Our daughter's powers have unknowingly led him straight to us.
"What do you want from us?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
Storm's eyes narrow as he takes a step closer to me.
"I want what's mine," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
"And what exactly is that?"
I counter, refusing to back down.
He smirks, a cold glint in his eye.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
I take a deep breath and pull the letter out from behind my back.
"I wrote this for Frost," I say, holding it out to him.
"If you want to know anything about her, you'll have to read this." Storm's eyes flicker towards the letter, then back to me.
"What makes you think I care about reading some sappy love letter?" he asks, his tone dripping with disdain.
I hold his gaze steadily.
"Because I know you're not just here for her. You're here for him too."
He doesn't respond, but his eyes betray his interest.
Finally, he reaches out and takes the letter from my hand.
As soon as his fingers brush against mine, I feel a jolt of electricity run through me.
I quickly pull away, trying to ignore the sensation.
Storm opens the letter and begins to read, his expression unreadable.
After a moment, he looks up at me, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sees the snowflake seal on the envelope. "You really are something else," he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "You think you can just waltz back into our lives after all these years and expect everything to be okay?"
I swallow hard, trying not to let my fear show.
"I don't expect anything," I say quietly. "But I do hope that you'll understand why I did what I did."
Storm's eyes flash with anger as he crumples the letter in his hand.
"Understand?" he growls.
"You think I can understand why you would keep my daughter from me for so long?"
He takes a step closer to me, his presence filling the room.
"You have no idea what you've done," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
"I'm not going to let you get away with this."
I back away from him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm sorry," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"But I had to protect her."
Storm's eyes narrow as he takes another step closer.
"Protect her from what?"
I swallow hard, trying not to let my fear show.
"From you," I say quietly.
"And from your family."
He laughs, a cold sound that sends shivers down my spine.
"You really are something else," he says, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You think I would hurt my own daughter?"
I don't respond, but instead turn and run towards the front door.
I can hear Storm behind me, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. As I reach the door, I fling it open and run out into the night.
The cool air hits me like a slap in the face, but I don't stop running.
I keep going until I'm sure that Storm is no longer behind me.
Then I slow down and look around, trying to figure out where I am.
I'm standing in the middle of a dark alleyway, with tall buildings looming on either side of me.
I can see the streetlights up ahead, but they seem far away.
Suddenly, a white envelope slides across the ground in front of me with a soft scraping sound.
It stops at my feet and lies there for a moment before slowly opening itself. My heart stops as I recognize the familiar snowflake seal pressed into the blue wax that seals it shut.
I freeze in place, watching as the letter slides out of the envelope and onto the ground in front of me.
It's addressed to me, written in Frost's elegant handwriting.
My hands shake as I bend down and pick it up, breaking the seal and unfolding it carefully.
Dear Aria,
If you're reading this, then you must be in danger.
I press myself against the cold brick wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
Footsteps echo down the alleyway, growing louder with each passing second.
I hold my breath, hoping that whoever it is will pass by without noticing me.
But as the footsteps draw closer, I realize that they're coming straight for me.
Suddenly, a figure materializes out of the darkness.
It's a woman, dressed in an elegant black coat that falls to her knees.
Her silver hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and her eyes are piercing green.
She extends a gloved hand towards me, her voice low and smooth.
"Hello, Aria," she says.
"My name is Luna. I've been looking for you."
I flinch at the sound of my daughter's name on her lips, but I don't move from my spot against the wall.
The woman seems to sense my unease, and she smiles kindly at me. "Don't be afraid," she says.
"I'm here to help you."
She pulls a small stack of photos from her coat pocket and holds them out to me.
"Recognize these?"
I take the photos hesitantly, flipping through them with shaking fingers.
They're pictures of Aria at school, playing with her friends and laughing with her teachers.
The last photo is of Aria sitting alone on a bench in the park, looking sad and lost.
"How did you get these?" I ask, feeling a surge of fear run through me.
"We've been watching you for some time now," Luna replies calmly.
"We know all about your situation."
I narrow my eyes at her suspiciously.
"What do you mean?"
She sighs softly and looks around the alleyway nervously before leaning in close to me. "There are others like your daughter out there," she whispers urgently.
"Children with winter powers who are being hunted by those who seek to exploit them. We've been trying to protect them, but it's getting harder every day. And now...now we think your daughter may be in danger too."
I feel a chill run down my spine as I listen to her words.
Could it be true?
Is Aria really in danger?
And if so...what can I do to protect her?
Luna must see the fear in my eyes because she reaches out and places a gentle hand on my arm. "Don't worry," she says softly.
"We'll do everything we can to keep her safe. But we need your help."
I nod, knowing that this is the beginning of a fight I never wanted but must now face.
I follow Luna through the winding back alleys, my heels clicking against the wet pavement.
We eventually stop at a nondescript gray sedan, and she unlocks the door for me.
Inside, she shows me more surveillance photos - this time of men in dark suits watching Aria's school.
My stomach churns as I recognize one face - my father's head of security.
Luna explains that there's a secret organization within the powerful families, collecting children with winter powers to use them for experiments.
She hands me a burner phone and a set of coordinates.
"Meet us there tomorrow at midnight," she instructs.
"Bring only what you can carry."
I nod, feeling the weight of a new reality settle over me as I realize there's no turning back now.
I pace my small kitchen at 11:30 PM, stuffing essentials into a backpack while watching Aria sleep on the couch.
The burner phone's screen glows with Luna's coordinates, and I memorize them before deleting the message.
Glancing out the window, I notice a black SUV parked across the street - my father's security team.
My hands shake as I wake Aria.
"We have to go," I whisper urgently.
She blinks sleepily, creating small ice crystals in the air.
I brush them away quickly, remembering Luna's warning about leaving no trace.
As I guide her toward the back door, headlights sweep across our front windows.
Aria tugs on my sleeve, her voice a soft murmur.
"Mom, what's happening? Why are we leaving?"
I kneel down to her level, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Sweetheart, we need to go somewhere safe," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"But I promise I'll explain everything soon."
I grip her hand tighter as a black sedan rolls to a stop beside us.
The driver, a man with graying temples and wire-rimmed glasses, leans out the window.
"Are you Aria's mom?"
He glances at my daughter.
"Is that her?"
"Yes," I reply warily.
"Who are you?"
He smiles kindly.
"My name is Marcus. Luna sent me as backup."
He points through the passenger window, where a silver pendant hangs from the rearview mirror - the same one Luna wore.
"She spotted your father's men closing in and figured you could use some extra help."
Aria shivers beside me, and I notice frost spreading from her fingers onto my sleeve.
Marcus's eyes catch the crystalline pattern, and his expression shifts subtly.
Something about his too-perfect story makes my skin crawl.
I pull Aria closer, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious.
"How do I know you're really with Luna?" I challenge, keeping my voice steady.
Marcus nods understandingly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, familiar locket.
"Luna said this would convince you," he says, handing it to me.
I study his face through the car window, searching for any sign of deception.
The locket feels heavy in my palm, and I open it to find a picture of Luna and me from our college days.
It's the same locket she always wore, but something about Marcus's story doesn't add up.
I keep Aria behind me, her small hand clutched tightly in mine.
Marcus's silver pendant glints under the streetlight, identical to Luna's.
But the timing of his arrival is too convenient.
Aria shivers again, and I feel frost spreading between our palms.
Marcus notices it too, and his eyes narrow slightly.
He reaches for the back door handle, and that's when I see it - a small scar on his wrist, shaped like an arrow pointing toward his elbow.
It's identical to the symbol in Frost's letter. The sound of approaching vehicles grows louder, echoing through the deserted streets.
My heart races as I realize we're running out of time.
Marcus smiles again, but this time it doesn't reach his eyes.
"Come on," he says, extending his hand toward us.
"Let's get you both to safety."
I slide into the backseat with Aria, keeping her close against my side as Marcus starts the engine.
The leather seats feel too cold against my skin, and I can sense Aria's powers flaring in response.
Ice crystals form where her small fingers touch the upholstery.
Marcus watches us through the rearview mirror, his eyes lingering a moment too long on the frost patterns spreading across the seat.
He pulls away from the curb, and I recite Luna's coordinates under my breath, committing them to memory.
As we drive through the quiet streets, I notice Marcus taking an unexpected turn away from the route Luna provided.
My grip on Aria's hand tightens instinctively, and she looks up at me with confusion in her eyes.
Marcus's gaze flicks to the rearview mirror again, and I catch a glint of something in his expression that makes my heart race.
I keep my face neutral, but inside, a storm is brewing. The car speeds along the dark highway, and I watch Marcus's every move.
His hands are steady on the wheel, but there's a tension in his shoulders that betrays his calm exterior.
I notice him pressing a series of buttons on a hidden panel beneath the dashboard, and a mechanical click sounds from the door locks.
My fingers inch toward the handle discreetly, testing it while maintaining a facade of calm.