Frost Falling

== Blurb ==
Princess Frost's just a young, innocent IceWing living in the royal palace, where her everyday life means being surrounded by jewels and exagorrent items, protected from the harsh realities of the real world.
However when a bad storm blows in, the dragonet is blown away past her home, far away into a snowy island not marked on any map. Undiscovered by anyone dragon.
That also means no one will find her. Stripped from her luxuries as princess, she will have to navigate this new world all alone - however, can she really do it?
== Prologue ==
Wind. Wind was everywhere, everything.
Blowing whole evergreens over.
Sending full-grown dragons spiraling out of control in the air
Whipping the face of Queen Sapphire as she raced on the ground
And having blown away her only heir
She knew it
Princess Frost was gone
Nowhere
Just...blown away
The last time it happened, 10,00 years ago
There were no survivors
She was dead
== Chapter One ==
Where am I?
Frost thought she was dead.
Yet she wasn't; if she was dead, she wouldn't be hearing birds caw. If she was dead, she wouldn't feel snow under her body. If she was dead, she wouldn't be thinking. If she was dead-
However, if she was dead wasn't the thing. How she was alive, was.
Slowly, Frost staggered to her feet, her wings drooping. She felt so, so tired - all she wanted to do was call for her butler, Spruce, and have him bring her favorite pink velvet pillow lined with gold trimmings that she felt was softer than the clouds and slid it in the place where she would fall, nice and warm.
Or have him bring her some silk blankets, the ones she had on her bed, a dark maroon and a cornflower blue patterned with swirls, and feel them rest on her tired shoulders. But she felt nothing.
There was nothing, no pillow as she fell on the snowy ground. Just nothing.
There was snow. Stupid snow. Stupid clouds, stupid trees, stupid -
CAW!
A massive caw made Frost jump up, her panicked eyes gazing towards the source of the sound. A giant raven, with feathers dark as night that seemed to reflect the sun, and it focused it's big beady eyes on her. Well, one eye. Where the right one should have been was a large pink scar.
But ravens weren't found in snowy forests, right? Frost tilted her head and stared up at the crow. It gave out a caw, spread it's wings, and flew away into the trees. Frost watched it go.
She was standing in a clearing, filled with snow. Behind her was some sand at the edge, where the waves lapped, and she could see a few laps away an island dappled with snow and sand. In front of her, however, was a very large evergreen forest, so dense she couldn't see the inside. And scattered around, some tall hills and a mountain in the back, all covered with snowy trees.
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