Chapter Sixty-Seven.
Anias glanced around the Snow Kingdom from the back seat of Edvards vehicle; it was akin to stepping onto a whole other planet. Gone were the green trees, which brought the young girl a sense of peace, and home. In their place was a blanket of snow. So much snow, on the landscape, which was beautiful, yet disconcerting. She felt lost, and lonely as the wolf refused to engage in conversation with her, try as she might. She knew not why the wolf hated her mother as he did, she was not privy to the matters of state, unlike her older siblings, who were born to rule. She was her mother’s favourite, yes, but she had not been afforded the education in state affairs. In fact, Anias felt that her mother was deliberately keeping her in the dark. For what reason, she had no clu
