LaChicaRara

    “Holy sh—”    I stopped mid-word because what was happening was far from just a “holy shit”. I needed something stronger; I didn’t have the time though, because that thing was already running towards me. The other person was on the floor, unconscious or dead. Probably the latter. There was too much blood painting the white tiles for that poor person to be alive.    I turned around and ran. Luckily, the supermarket was almost empty so I didn’t find any obstacles. Except maybe that pyramid of glass jars that— CRASH!    Sorry, supermarket staff. I’d pay for that later if I survived.

"Okay, you can have your rosary back." "Thank you... can I have my boots?" Lady Sif almost smiled, and kept the rosary. “You ask for too many things, young Jeanne. You have to learn to receive what you’re given and not ask for more. Otherwise it could work badly for you.” She looked at the rosary in her hand, she had never looked at one of those so close. “I do not totally understand,” Sif finally admitted, much to her dismay. She had been playing the know-it-all goddess all that time, but she had to ask this. She raised the so called rosary, and the cross attached to the end of the string swung back and forth.

"Okay, you can have your rosary back." "Thank you... can I have my boots?" Lady Sif almost smiled, and kept the rosary. “You ask for too many things, young Jeanne. You have to learn to receive what you’re given and not ask for more. Otherwise it could work badly for you.” She looked at the rosary in her hand, she had never looked at one of those so close. “I do not totally understand,” Sif finally admitted, much to her dismay. She had been playing the know-it-all goddess all that time, but she had to ask this. She raised the so called rosary, and the cross attached to the end of the string swung back and forth.

Please listen to this while reading: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was cold under the roots, The roots of the great ash tree Yggdrasil, Under the roots of the worlds, It was cold when the queen went down. Her golden hair shone in the shadow, The shadow and the mist, Under the roots, where the Norns are. Urd, they call the first one, Verdandi, the one in the middle, Skuld, the youngest. “Why have you come, queen? Why do you disturb our silence? You know that our tapestries Are not shown to their owners. You know that past, present and future Are always obscure.”

¡Hola, gente! Recientemente me etiquetaron en una historia en Wattpad , la otra plataforma en la que publico mis historias. Fue un usuario llamado Anarkys75 y la historia era "Guia y Opinion de Ship y Grupos de Fanfic". Me había etiquetado en un capítulo acerca de la la pareja/ship LokixElsa (también llamada Lokelsa, Elski o Frozentricks... yo prefiero ese último nombre). La cosa es que hablaba de esa pareja, con sus características y demás, y al final recomendaba dos de mis historias LokixElsa ("Una reina y un dios" y "Canciones sobre hielo"). Obviamente me sentí más que halagada de que hubiera el