Oh! The excerpt! I forgot! The excerpt from today's writing. Here you go.
CORNERS. Draft 1. Chapter 32. The Duck Pond.
Something did go wrong, however. Fully expecting to step onto a neat rural Swedish street stacked with neat little houses, Bells heard the ground crunch under her feet and when she raised her eyes to contemplate her surroundings, she first saw the puzzled faces of Grand and Peacock and Rusty, then the puzzled face of the langur that was soon supposed to turn into the squirrel monkey by the name of Mr. Nilsson, then the ice around them. It was a street alright, but encased in ice, as if someone dipped it in water and froze it.
“Oh no!” They all moaned, looking around.
Cutting wind blew into Bells’ face and her teeth chattered. She hugged herself. “Rusty? What did you think about this time?”
“I didn’t think about anything!” Said Rusty, his voice shaking. “I swear, I didn’t!” Plumes of warm air escaped his mouth.
“What do you mean, you didn’t think about anything? You were supposed to think about Pippi Longstocking book!”
“I did think about it!”
“Then why are you telling me you didn’t think about anything?”
“Because you scare the bejesus out of me when you talk to me like that with these eyes of yours!”
“I do? Really?” Bells looked at her friends.
“You do.” Confirmed Grand.
“Really.” Said Peacock.
They hopped from foot to foot.
The langur was jumping up and down too, producing unintelligible noises and suddenly took off along the icy street toward something white in the distance.
“If everything went as it was supposed to, where the hell are we?” Said Peacock.
“Guys? Guys?” Grand nudged them. “Look at that.”
Rusty was already staring.
Soft snow began falling from the evening sky. The flurry of snowflakes became thicker and thicker. Some of them grew so large, they resembled white bees. They flopped down and converged and grew into a figure in white, who on closer inspection turned out to be a tall woman in a white fur coat, a cap and a muffler. Every breath she exhaled frosted over everything around her with sparkling circles and spirals and stars. When she got closer, they could see her clear bluish face, as if made of ice, her shiny eyes, and her coat and cap that weren’t made of fur at all. They were made of snow. White fluffy snow.
They were spellbound, all of them.
Rusty unfroze first, “Is this The White Witch?”
That made Bells find her voice again, “No, you idiot. Don’t you ever read books properly? Was The White Witch dressed in snow? No, she wasn’t. This is The Snow Queen, and if she kisses you, your heart will turn into a lump of ice.”
“Oh.” Muttered Peacock. “Lovely.”