Frost's PoV
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I heard arguing out in the hallway, a squabble about going in to see Queen Polar. I decided it wasn't any of my business, probably just a subject wanting to speak to Her Majesty. I settled down on my ice shelf, absentmindedly scratching grooves into the ice. The Queen's voice shattered my peace; I heard her yelling, "WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS MURDER? I WILL FIND THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY SUFFER!" Silence. Sighing, I figured that a First Circle dragon died-that's the only explanation as to why she would be so mad. Then, I heard the Queen's voice angrily shouting at...Crystal? But she's in Frostbite's squad. Why would she be...oh no. No, no, no, no, NO! I leapt off my shelf and rushed down the palace's long corridors. I dashed through the door that is the back entrance to the throne room. I see my Queen staring at a body that's...no. She wouldn't get killed. She couldn't. She's so strong, and so brave, and so...so...fierce. She wouldn't just go out and get herself killed, would she? "Your Majesty?" I whispered from the shadows. Queen Polar whipped her lean head around, hissing, but quickly relaxed when she realized it's just me. "Frost," she breathed in relief. "I was about to get you, but now there's no need." I slowly walked closer, unsure if my legs would hold me up any longer. "That's not..." I start. The Queen shakes her head sadly. "I'm afraid it is, Frost. I'm sorry." I sat, a jumbled mix of emotions rushing through my head. Anger, bitterness, sadness, disbelief. I couldn't believe that my little sister was dead. I wouldn't. This is all a bad dream. I'll wake up and we'll have won the battle, I thought. But deep down, I knew it wasn't true, that I was simply fooling myself, that I was just putting off the truth. But I wasn't ready to face the truth yet.