Freya’s POV
I ran down the stairs leading to the king’s office in anger. I was about to take a turn and leave the hallway when a guard tripped into me.
“Watch where you are going!” I hurled at him hissing.
“I am sorry my lady, it’s just that the queen has refused to go inside and I have to get to the king!” The guard said panting.
My ears snapped open at the sound of the queen being outside.
“By outside you mean?!” I asked him and he was still breathing hard, holding onto the wall so he didn’t flatter and fall to the ground.
“She went to the field early this morning. Everyone expected her to leave when the guards went to clean the snowflakes, but she suddenly went on her knees and began to cry.” He said and my eyes balled out in shock.
“Are you sure of this?! Did something hurt her?
