The boy rolled his eyes as he flipped through the pages of the old book. The scent of dust and aged paper itched his nose, making him sneeze again and again, but he was far too bored to abandon the last thing that could entertain him.

The dim light of the small lamp of his room barely gave enough light for him to make out the words that seemed to have been written in a rush, scrambled and just simply messy, but it wasn't like he had another choice. He couldn't as the snow was once again falling a bit too heavily, and of course, there was no computer or television in his grandparent's house.

So, what else could he have done?

Sure, maybe reading tales was quite childish, but at least he wasn't that bored. Or at least, he tried to convince himself that he wasn't. He hadn't read anything in a while, anyway. 

With a sigh, he once again flipped through the pages, the title of one tale catching his attention.

The Snow Queen

Shrugging, he started reading the tale. Little did he know, that a pair of wide eyes were staring at him, filled with fright. If he had turned around just a bit, he would have seen the small boy's reflection in the mirror, and he would have heard those heart-wenching pleas, too.

"No, don't read it... Don't!"

AN: Okay, so this is completely not what I wanted, but hopefully it will be accepted as an entry to Weavers of Words, Spinners of Tales: Fairy Tale Contest.

I'm using The Snow Queen as a prompt, but I kind of want to..twist the story... So, it'll be more of the moral that is the same...or at least I hope it WILL be the same xD