Am I spirited? Is the sky blue? Is the grass green? Okay so, yes, the grass would be green if it wasn't for the damn snow. But hell YES I am Spirited! I mean come on, look at me. I am a spirited young thing. Daddy called me a spitfire...and a Princess. I mean come on I am like royalty. Yet I am not so egotistical I can be humble. Although really I shouldn't be blamed for being shocked. I mean come on what would YOU do if you saw a horse suddenly turn into a man! I mean I swear to God I did not wish for this. As he begins to pull the halter off him I cannot help but gawk. Mother is not here to tell me I cannot stare and there is a part of me that is grateful as my eyes wander up and down his exposed muscular frame. I am a girl. I am allowed to look, but not drool, because that would be disgusting and so unlady like. I remain my composure as I take charge and put my hands on my hips in an authoritative manner, because that is what I am comfortable with. I make sure that when my hand clasps his own in a shake, I make sure my grip and strong and so very firm. Yes I am a girl, but I can give one hell of a good handshake to make any man stop and think with who he is dealing with. As he reclines so easily and his smooth cold lyrics start to tumble out I remain my composure, keeping my hands at my waist, ever so very attentive. A small simper appears on my pink lips as one eye brow is raised in a content manner, I lower my bright blue eyes once more I speak slowly attempting to hide a pleased note in my tone.

"Well...I believe you just asked me a question so I should say a horse is capable of asking questions."

I mean when you think about it...it is true. He did just ask me a question and just a few minutes ago he was a horse. So, I'm pretty damn sure I just one that mind game. One point me. Zero Frosty. Hopefully is score will be 'sub-zero'...cause you know he is 'Frost' and well Frost can appear greatly in temperatures below freezing...please tell me you get the joke. I swear I should have been a comedian. I am so very pleased with myself hoping to see that grin on his face disappear in shock. Because really â€" he should be. Pulling some of my blonde straight strands from my eyes I lift my head up slightly as I reply gently assured with my answer.

"You, in your horse form, could have at least nudged at the knapsack with your nose not just stuff it in there. I would have thought you caught scent of the apple and would have given it to you...because well you acted like a horse â€" you wanted an apple."

I hear his soft chuckle and my eyes narrowed concerned a bit as to why he walks barefooted. I guess if a horse does not have shoes then neither does he? As he approaches closer I stay still unsure if I want him that close to me. I mean I don't really know him well enough and I know he is stepping in my personal bubble. I tilt my head to the side a bit, puzzled at his name for me, the word is unfamiliar and I am unsure if I like it or not â€" especially when I hear it coming from his lips. I do not pretend to be brave. I mean I know I don't. So why he says this I do not know. I do know that I do not cower and I do not break. I am strong...always. I only broke down once and that is something I'll never experience again and I'll make damn sure of it too. As one finger rests beneath my chin, I grit my teeth and allow my head to rise up, my crystalline eyes meeting his mysterious violet gaze. Proudly I speak my voice a bit softer as his finger leaves my chin.

"Sometimes our fear makes us braver. It reminds us that we have something to lose."

It is when he places himself behind my do I stay still. I keep my eyes focused straight ahead as I stay there. I do not move and I do not flinch. That would provide him satisfaction I think if I did and that is not what I want to give him. Instead I remain as I stand allowing my on back to gently lean back and brush my shoulder blades against his chest. I take in his words and as his hand reaches my arm I cannot help but shudder when I feel his fingers gently tickle my arm. His fingers move in such a slow manner that I cannot help but flinch. Covering my shock and small delight I make my voice sound hollow.

"So am I to be worried about you? A predator doesn't have to be a carnivore...you could be one."

As he takes away my apple I frown. I wanted breakfast. As he settles himself on the metal bench I decide to be a little bit more...well, his style? I place myself easily on the tip of the bench, where his hip area is, and I turn in his direction. Not bothered at all that this was not social correct â€" after all I am nearly sitting in his lap and he is lying down...what would people think! I am not quite sure if he would even care or not. I lean a little bit towards him one hand gingerly stroking his arm in the same manner though my finger tips are hardly warm.

"I assumed you were a horse, because what little girl fantasizes about a man turning from a horse, and I didn't think he owned you. I do not believe in dishonesty."

Hurriedly I snatch the apple from him and I bite into it grinning proudly as I chew before I hand it back to him. Like I said â€" I'm a spitfire.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable