chapter two

Frost sits next to the door of their house looking out the window her worry only growing as her father hasn't returned from work yet. She sits on the couch thinking time is passing by too slowly and if she stays occupied her father will be home before she knows it. She turns on the TV and makes herself some tea before returning to the couch to watch the show. Eventually, after a while of tossing and turning, she falls asleep. The night passes slowly only revealing a few men stopping at the house to look in through the window observing frost in her slumber waiting for the moment to strike.

Frost wakes up early in the morning to breaking news on the TV the caption reads. "Famous poet found dead this morning outside the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park." Frost gasps and the second she realizes everything is how she left it the night before she gets the gut feeling that her father never came home. She has this feeling that is familiar to her, the pain of losing someone, someone close, and she doesn't want to believe it, not for a second. She walks to the kitchen hoping to find him standing there cooking breakfast with his pen and pad on the counter occasionally writing the lines to his newest poem.

She doesn't find him not even a single trace of him and she feels the tears forming in her eyes. She rushes upstairs to her bedroom trying to hold back her tears. She reaches her room and grabs her copper-colored trenchcoat. She puts her hair up in her claw clip and puts on her black boots. Then she runs back downstairs and grabs a slice of toast before running out the front door. She runs down the snow-covered streets ignoring the fact her fingers are freezing. As she runs the heads of other residents turn curious why she is running. Frost almost falls as she makes it to the police station.

One of the police officers opened the door for her as he left the station with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. She walks to the front desk as a few tears escape her eyes and she manages to ask between heavy breaths, “W-who was it that you guys found at the entrance to the park this morning?” The lady at the desk looks down at Frost and says, “Leo Walker”. Frost’s eyes widen in pure horror as she falls to the ground mumbling “No, no, no, oh my god, what am I gonna do. Dad, why was it you.” The officers ignore her and continue whatever it was they were doing before. Frost finally asks “Am I gonna be put in foster care then, being that my father is now dead?” The lady at the desk looks over at her again “So you're Frost? Says here on our records that you are 16, you have an uncle, and a grandfather on your mother's side you can go live with but your old enough to make that decision, your father left everything to you in his will so you now have access to all his savings, the house, everything.” Frost has a little weight lifted from her chest when she hears she isn't going into foster care as she has heard that they aren't very nice there.

Frost gets back onto her feet and thanks the lady at the desk before she leaves and walks back to her home. With her heart pounding and her feet heavy she walks the snow-covered streets the air is thick making it hard to breathe, everything seems to tower over her as she feels small now that she has no one. The longer she walks the heavier she feels. The feeling is so overwhelming she wants to cry but can't find those tears anymore. Instead of returning home immediately, she stops at the Pembrokeshire Coast National Park. She finds a bench and takes a seat after clearing off some of the snow. She pulls her legs towards her chest and rests her head on her knees. She thinks back on all the memories she had with her father like how every night he would read his newest poems to her and how every day he brought books back from the library for her to read in her free time.

She used to love how the leaves fell from the trees so gracefully but now they just remind her of his poems and how they showed how delicate feelings are. As she is just looking off into the distance a mountain hare hops over to her and snuggles against her leg noticing how disoriented she seems. Frost then notices the hare and slowly reaches her hand out to pet it. Her numb fingers gently feel the fur of the hare, she feels its warmth. She is surprised by the fact she can feel its warmth as her fingers are numb. The hare nuzzles into her hand and she smiles softly.