Angel Frost

3469 Angel Frost

Her: Every girl dreams of being a princess or marrying a prince. Me? All I dream of is being set free and having a name. All I dream of is feeling the warmth of the sun on my face. I dream of how it would feel if raindrops were dripping down my face and to see the grey clouds gather across the sky as the thunder streaming across the darkened clouds. In the distance the alarm clock rings bringing me back to the reality that awaits me; a reality of being nothing more than a slave girl. I am 3469. Him: I have been prodded, analysed and studied but there is no help for someone like me. I am a sick, twisted and tormented monster stuck in a beautiful body. I am not bound but I will never be free of this torment. I long to see the rising and setting of the sun and to gaze upon the stars without fear of my nature. Just once I would like to be free of the voices and the monster. I am Baba Yaga. He needs saving and she needs a saviour. Who will save whom