SKYLA.
I gasp when I see the silvery light that shimmers around his hand before ice encases the ground, spreading as it creates unique patterns. I can feel the cold in the air.
My heart thunders as I stare at it before my gaze flicks up to him. He’s unmoving, yet the power that exudes from him…
I can’t help but bite my lip.
His ash blond hair seems to be holding a radiance, his angled jaw and the dimple in his cheek is emphasised. For a moment, time stands still and all I can see is the God before me… He looks… breathtaking.
An Ice God… How can one look so damn beautiful?
The cold makes me shiver and I’m pulled back to the present as I lift my legs from the ground.
Whoa… f**k it’s freezing!
That’s some crazy Elsa s**t.
“Wait, are you somehow a witch? I mean, is that even possible
