Punzie

I frowned. I haven't heard from Jack, or Elsa, or any of my rivals in forever.

It's made my life boring.

They haven't been to school in forever too.

I honesty miss Jack.

I would do anything to get back together with him.

I suddenly feel like someone was in my room, and I was creeped out. The room dimmed, and I hear weird creaking sounds.

I cautiously look around.

"I-Is anyone h-here?" I ask, hearing my voice shake.

I then hear a deep voice chuckling, having me stunned. "You're pretty decent looking. It's too bad he left you," a voice suddenly says.

The voice itself brought such an intense fear that I couldn't breathe properly.

I look at my closet, and I see a man leaning on its doors. The atmosphere around him was dark, and I could feel his aura.

I scream.

"Oh my goodness just shut up," he groans, glaring at me. His anger was felt. His emotions carry a presence along with the darkness that he brings with himself.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"You're coming with me," he says. In a split second, I feel myself transport.

*******

"This is your new home for now," he says.

"Please take me back home. Whatever you think I did, I didn't do!" I exclaim.

He laughs. "You can help me. That's why you are here," he says, suddenly disappearing.

I cringe, feeling myself getting angry.

This didn't just happen.

"It actually just did," a voice calls out, making me scream. "Who is there?!" I yell in dismay, turning around and seeing a dirty haired blonde, and a shaggy haired brunette through the darkness.

The only light that was available, was the light from the door crack, reflecting on the long and huge mirror in front of the room.

"I'm Flynn, and this is Kristoff. We've been here for- two years at least," he says, making my eyes narrow.

Two years?? No way!

"Yes way. We have been stuck here for two years at least," he repeats. My eyes become wide as saucers.

"Can you read my mind?" I ask in shock.

Kristoff chuckles. "No. It's the room we are in. Pitch endorsed the room with magic; it's called the No Secrets room- because every thought is exposed in a second, to anyone who is in the room," Kristoff explains.

"He uses it when he interrogates people to make sure they don't lie," Flynn adds.

My jaw drops.

So I won't get any privacy of thoughts in this room.

"Nope, you won't," Kristoff says. I glare. "Stop listening to my thoughts!!" I yell.

Flynn chuckles. "We can't help it, unless we plug our hears," he states.

The door suddenly opens and light enters- making me gaze at it longingly.

I definitely appreciate light more now.

The door then shuts again, breaking my heart immensely.

"Your food," a young girl says, bringing three trays in. She sets them on the floor, and looks back up at us.

She's finally here.

Great, finally!

They both think. I frowned.

That is cool though. It sounds weird hearing people's thoughts.

"Eritrea, what took you so long?!" Flynn exclaims, running over to her. I examine her.

She has long, silky black hair, that was pretty curly. Kind of like Merida's....but not as thick. Her eyes are as blue as the afternoon sky, and her skin an olive golden, and had a beautiful glow. She's pretty slim, and is about the same height as me, maybe just a bit shorter.

"Who is she?" I ask, confused. "This is Eritrea, Pitch's daughter," Kristoff says, making me screech. "That wicked man impregnated a woman and had an offspring?!" I shout, completely shocked.

Eritrea frowns

"Shh....my dad will hear you, keep it down," she softly says, making my jaw drop. Her voice was as clear as a bell, and was so gentle and smooth....nothing like her fathers. "It's alright. She's good, she helps us. she has helped us try to escape over fifty times," Kristoff says, calming me down.

I cannot believe such a beautiful, pretty girl came from such a nasty, appalling man like that.

"Aww...thanks. But my dad is not all that bad," she says, hearing my thoughts and making me roll my eyes.

"Yea, to you obviously since you're his daughter!" Flynn yells.

She scoffs.

"Did your father tell you why he kidnapped me?" I ask. She nods.

"He told me two days ago, in fact," she replies.

He had this planned for two days??

"Yea....he always has things planned. But the purpose that you are here for is to help him, concerning a few of your old school mates. Well, that's what he said," Eritrea states.

I frown.

School mates? Who?