The House Of Immortality

It was by far the worst night of my entire life, and I relived it every year during my dreams.

I had worked a bit later than usual that night, making a bit more money because my family really needed it. It was 9pm, instead of 6pm when I usually finished, and I was cycling home from work. I knew mom and Cassy would be waiting up for me with some leftover dinner and tales of what had happened at school today - normal teenage drama, I guessed - so I was eager to get home. As I got closer, though, I realized that there was some thick black smoke rising up into the sky, and it seemed to be coming from my street. "What the-?" I said to myself, peddling faster. When I finally turned into the little cul-de-sac, my eyes widened in shock and fear. It was my house on fire.

I practically jumped off of my bike as I reached the house, running towards it until a hand held me back. 'Woah, slow down, kid, you can't go in there.' Tearing my gaze away from the engulfed house, I looked at the fireman who had stopped me. For a moment anger flared up in me - this was my house, how dare he say I couldn't go in there? - but even in panic my logic took over. "My mom; is she ok?! Is she still in there?!" There was realization in his eyes, his face turning grave. No, no no no, this couldn't be happening! 'Your mother's fine, she's been taken to hospital to get treated-' But. There was a but coming, I could tell. 'But there's still a girl in there, and we can't get to her, there's things blocking our way. I'm so sorry, kid. We tried, but... It's impossible.' No, Cassy! Cassy was in danger and there wasn't anything the firemen could do. No, there had to be something, she couldn't just die, I couldn't let her.

I don't know where my strength had come from, I guess adrenaline had been the cause, but I had managed to shove the fireman off and sprinted inside. He called after me, I think he even tried chasing me, but I was too fast for him. There were no firefighter in the house - they had all been told to evacuate, I think because the house was beginning to crumble - so I didn't have much of a struggle once inside, I just had to suffer the intense heat and the choking smoke. "Cassy!" I called out, inhaling the smoke which caused me to cough. "Cassy, where are you?!" My arm covered my mouth to prevent me breathing in more smoke as I tried to listen for my sister's voice. I could barely hear anything over the roaring flames either side of me, so I called out again. And then I heard it.

'Justin! H-Help!' Thank goodness she was still alive! But she wouldn't be for much longer if I didn't move! Even though she was breathing in the toxic smoke, Cassy still kept shouting, leading me to her. She was upstairs, trapped in the hallway where part of the ceiling and even some of the attic had collapsed and blocked her path. The rubble was on fire, but right now I didn't care, fighting through the pain to clear the path for my little sister. "It's ok, Cass." I coughed out, refusing to look down at the burns that encased my hands. "Just make your way to me, ok?" 'I-I can't!' Cassy called out, blackened tears streaking her face, her eyes filled with fear as they reflected the orange glow of the fire. "Yes you can, Cassy. You're going to be ok," Her gaze travelled skyward, and then I realized that some of the wooden beams on the ceiling had caught on fire too. "Just ignore them!" I shouted across the noise. "I wont let you get hurt, I promise. Just trust me." Through the quickly gathering smoke I could see Cassy try to compose herself and make her way towards me. It was a slow process - she was coughing so much that it actually stopped her in her tracks a couple times, but she was making progress.

And that was when the beams above started creaking, both of us looking up as one started dislodging from the ceiling right above my sister. Cassy froze in fear, but if she didn't move soon that thing would land right on top of her! I acted without thinking. I ran to Cassy and pushed her out of the way just before it fell. She was safe from the burning beam. I wasn't so lucky. Before I could even think of moving out of the way myself, the flame-covered beam fell on top of me, crushing me to the floor. I was pretty sure I had shattered a few bones, but that was the least of my troubles as the flames quickly got through the flimsy fabric of my shirt and started scalding my back. I was literally being burnt alive! 'JUSTIN!!!' Cassy screamed as I let out my own scream of agony. She had already started running back to me, but if she didn't get out now, I knew she wouldn't make it. "Just go!" I exclaimed through gritted teeth, letting out another scream as the flames started spreading across my body. 'But-' "GO, CASS!" I yelled as best as I could through the excruciating pain. Cassy was in floods of tears now, but she obeyed my command and I watched her run downstairs, leaving my to burn. I hoped that she would get out ok, because she needed to be there for mom since I now couldn't be.. My last thought before the intense pain and intense heat overwhelmed me, was that I wished that this would all be over faster. After that, all I could do was scream in agony.

Back in the real world, I had no idea that I was screaming in bed, right next to Elsa. The bed covers felt so so hot in this still-summery weather, not helping with my nightmare. I didn't toss and turn, but I did struggle as I believed myself to be pinned down by a burning beam. I didn't even realize that I was in the midst of a nightmare - a memory, even - I believed that it was real, that I was actually reliving that day all over again, as I always did this day of the year, and that it wouldn't end until I had died again.
((He probably would've been acting weird all day. Being quieter than usual, less cheery, trying to fake smiles and avoiding questions about if he was ok.))

I grimaced as Brent kissed KJ. He honestly didn't know how lucky he was, getting to kiss her. Someone like me, who was stuck in the friend zone because we grew up together, would probably never get to know what that was like. And why would KJ date anyone like me anyway, I mean-

Wait a sec, did he just... That jerk! He just hit her! How dare he?! Something snapped in me. I didn't care if he was capable of knocking me out, no one - no one - hurt Kara-Jayne. Getting up from my seat under the tree, I stormed over to Brent, pushing him away from KJ with what little strength I had. The ghosts swarmed in within seconds using their weird ghost logic that I didn't understand yet to hold the jerk back while I ranted. "You do not hit Kara! You do not harm a hair on the girl I really care about's head! You're lucky to even have her when she deserves so much better than you! She deserves someone kind and caring and funny, someone who'll make her smile, not someone who'll make her cry at least a couple times a week! She deserves someone like... Uhh... Someone like me!" The invisible forces that only I could see still held Brent back as my hands curled into fists at my sides."In fact, the only reason why she hasn't broken up with you is because she's scared of you so you know what? I'll break up with you for her! Consider yourself dumped, Brent!"

I didn't even feel like I was in control of myself at that moment, especially when my right fist suddenly connected with Brent's face. The ghosts released him as I did, letting him stumble back. There had been a crunch when my hand connected and even though Brent's nose was bleeding, that hadn't been the thing that had broken. "Holy ffffff-!" I held back from swearing as the searing pain travelled through my hand. I was still proud of myself for confronting Brent, but right now I was in agony. Oh gosh, I had broken something! It had been worth it, but owwwww! I hissed in pain then, in a moment of stupidity (because I hadn't checked whether Brent was runnig away from me or towards me), I looked back to KJ. "Please tell me that your part-angelness means you can heal, or at least take away pain!" On the plus side, if I had broken my hand, no more P.E and no more writing in class for me!
((He's KJ's hero... But he doesn't know how to throw a proper punch XD))

Xavier: Well at least she liked the fact that I bought her breakfast, that was a good start, I guess. Smiling a little more hopefully now, I walked into the room, closing the door behind me, and sat beside Nathalie. An arm instinctly moved to wrap around her shoulders, but I caught myself, pulling my arm back quickly and rubbing the back of my neck, suddenly nervous. "Uh, yeah, but I didn't just come up here to give you breakfast." I took a deep breath, thinking over my words before I said them. "Nat, I know that I'm still a little foggy in your mind and you probably just see me as a friend, but I've known you for over two years now and, well, my feelings haven't changed at all. I was just wondering if... You know... We could ever try going back to the way things used to be? To being boyfriend and girlfriend?" I really missed being a couple. I missed snuggling with her, kissing her, going on date with her... Admittedly, doing 'Other things' with her, and I was just tired of not knowing whether or not I'd be able to do those things again. I knew that I'd probably never get the old Nat back, but I still wanted us to be a couple and do coupley things, even if that meant I had to start back at square one again.

That rumple killed her

My hunch, though, is that Queen Idun (Elsa's mum) trapped the Snow Queen in the urn. The Snow Queen seems to make a big point about even family turning on those with magic, not to mention the urn just so happens to be in a hiding spot in Arendelle. 'So?' you ask? So why Arendelle - a land which the former King and Queen just so happened to know from head to toe - and not, say, the Southern Isles? And so the plot thickens! X3