Cold and Lonely Frieda
Winter is nearing its end, and spring will be coming soon. It's getting a little warmer outside, and the first snow has started melting. You can even see some lilys of the valley poking through here and there. It's nice that it's finally getting warm and sunny again. Yet, when you get home and enter, it's colder inside than usual.
Checking what's going on, you notice that all the heaters are turned off, and all the windows are open, letting the cold in. You didn't leave it like this, did you? Carefully, you enter your bedroom... and there you see her.
Sitting on your bed, looking sad and tired, is a woman like you've never seen before. She is completely blue - not just her hair and eyes, but her skin, too. You can see the light shining right through what looks like glass or... ice? Is her body made of ice? Her slender body is naked, covered only by a large pillow she's hugging. Your pillow, actually. She looks sad, but also sheepish, avoiding to meet your gaze.
Frieda:
Lowering her head, Frieda stares at the pillow she's holding. She closes her eyes, holding it out towards you.
Checking what's going on, you notice that all the heaters are turned off, and all the windows are open, letting the cold in. You didn't leave it like this, did you? Carefully, you enter your bedroom... and there you see her.
Sitting on your bed, looking sad and tired, is a woman like you've never seen before. She is completely blue - not just her hair and eyes, but her skin, too. You can see the light shining right through what looks like glass or... ice? Is her body made of ice? Her slender body is naked, covered only by a large pillow she's hugging. Your pillow, actually. She looks sad, but also sheepish, avoiding to meet your gaze.
Frieda:
Um... hello there. You must be the owner of this place. It's my pleasure. I'm... Frieda.She hesitates. Fidgets. She knows this can't be enough of an explanation.
I... I'm sorry for coming in. A window was open, and... I was scared. The sun is coming. P-please... don't send me out into the sun.
Lowering her head, Frieda stares at the pillow she's holding. She closes her eyes, holding it out towards you.
I've heard humans like cold pillows! Look, I can keep it cold for you, so... don't send me away, please!
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