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Unfreeze a Heart: Enchantment Avenue
Unfreeze a Heart: Enchantment Avenue
Unfreeze a Heart: Enchantment Avenue
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Unfreeze a Heart: Enchantment Avenue

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The children wait excited and anxious to meet Elena, the famous snow queen. The long, long lines. The thunderous noise in the tight-packed throne room. The never-ceasing squeals of delight that shake the crystal icicles.

Except for a little girl.

Shadows hide behind the glitter of her princess dress. Haunted eyes that desperately need to believe.

In magic.

A story of dreams and believing, magic and romance, hope and redemption. Set in the popular world of Enchantment Avenue, "Unfreeze a Heart" reminds us even small dreams, come true.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 18, 2017
ISBN9781386638780
Unfreeze a Heart: Enchantment Avenue
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Chrissy Wissler

Chrissy’s short fiction has appeared in the anthologies: Fiction River: Risk-Takers, Fiction River Presents: Legacies, Fiction River Presents: Readers' Choice, Deep Magic, and When Dreams Come True (writing as Christen Anne Kelley). She writes fantasy and science fiction, as well as a softball, contemporary series for both romance and young adult (Little League Series and Home Run). Before turning to fiction, Chrissy also wrote many nonfiction articles for publications such as Montana Outdoors, Women in the Outdoors, and Jakes Magazine. In 2009, Inside Kung Fu magazine awarded her with their ‘Writer of the Year’ award. Follow her blog on being a parent-writer at Parents and Prose.

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    Unfreeze a Heart - Chrissy Wissler

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    Can you really do the magic?"

    A small girl, with her hair tied back in a sparkling tiara with hair glue and sparklings holding the small thing in place in what looked like the most painful princess-bun Elena had ever seen, gazed up at her with such eagerness. Chocolate eyes searching from a chocolate face.

    Eyes filled with belief.

    With dreams.

    Just like every small child had this morning since they’d opened the gates to the small, snow-covered cottage-like-castle to meet the two famous sisters.

    Yearning.

    But also, something more.

    Desperation.

    Voices from the long, long lines of visitors flittered into her ‘ice castle’ to meet Elena and her princess-sister, Anya, a nonstop echo which carried itself about the snow dappled room. A thunderous hum, and often a roar, that never ceased. The thin and crystal clear icicles hanging from the castle doors behind her, shook through their plastic.

    Nothing at all like her home.

    The stillness. The quiet.

    Can you? the girl asked again. Do the magic?

    The child, who’d clearly stopped at the princess boutique during her many hours-long wait to meet the famous Queen, hadn’t moved. Hadn’t even breathed, it seemed.

    Shadows hung behind the glitter and the sparkle. Rimmed her eyes and if Elena could see to her soul, wouldn’t be surprised to see the shadows there too.

    The girl clutched her shimmering blue and white robe, an exact mirror of Elena’s, to her tiny, too-thin body.

    The girl’s hands shook.

    Her mother pushed the small thing forward and she inched, though barely. Blue-silver heels clicking on the red carpet-plastic, plastered floor. The mother held out her smart phone, thumb and fingers flicking back and cross a screen that lit her tight, impatient features. A hard face. Not cruel, but not understanding either.

    Come on, the mother hummed. We waited three hours. Say hello.

    The girl didn’t. This time, she could even meet Elena’s gaze.

    We have a Fast Pass in 5 minutes.

    Still, the little girl didn’t move.

    Fine. The mother breathed out.

    Loud and wheezing.

    A howling northern wind dipping into a long, crack of a crevasse before tossing her hands up and stomping past Elena.

    I’ll be outside.

    Anya, who was still busy taking pictures with the last group, all smiles and sweetness, didn’t notice.

    Which was just as well.

    Elena moved from her frozen throne chair, the one she never touched during her shift (the lines simply didn’t allow time for sitting), and knelt to the barely child.

    Elena’s tight turquoise and glittering snow dress tightened about her waist. Thighs. A dress not meant for bending, really. Just like

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