Darcy drew open the wardrobe doors and rolled her eyes at the coats. “Sure, Jane, there’s a magic world in the wardrobe. What are you, seven?”
She pushed the coats aside, holding her iphone up to video the whole ridiculous ordeal. Only her fist didn’t connect with the back and no knocking sounded. “What the?” She poked her head from between the furs and screamed. “Holy what the fuck? Seriously?”
She walked into the snow, her sweatpants soaking through as her feet sank. “But. But this is ridiculous.” She walked, watching for the light post her boss had mentioned. Instead, she found a road dusted in white. Bells approached – a monstrous blue beast drawing an ornate sleigh.
“And what,” a voice drawled, “brings you to my kingdom?”
Darcy looked up at the blue figure wrapped in pale furs and tried for a friendly type of grin. “I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque?”
The man frowned and offered a hand. “Mortal, you will die in this cold.” With a wave of his hand he presented her with a steaming drink in a fancy silver cup. “Drink, I don’t wish to deal with cleaning up corpses.”
Darcy took the drink. “Ok, but if you pull out a box of turkish delight I am not falling for it.”
I love it!
I kept thinking of Loki in the fur coat from the trailers 😛
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