"Hey Natasha, over here" a voice came from a adolescence boy, "Coming" said Natasha, as she is running towards the boy, her long black hair flowed freely in the air, the coldness of the open winter air catches her breath, "did you find it Sven?" her voice, rough and skipping, "I think so" said Sven, "well we got to find it fast or father will kill us!" Natasha demanded, "Here" Sven held up what looks like a ball of wood, about the size of an eye, "Father is not going to kill us, relax Nast" Sven said calmly.
Natasha grabs the wooden ball from Sven, "and I told you not to use it as a toy, it belongs to father" Natasha gave a harsh tone, "Ok Nast, what is so special about that ball anyways?" Natasha looked at the ball, "Will you believe me Sven? Of what I'm about to tell you?" She gave serious look, "But first, in side".
As both entered their home, the first thing they noticed is the smooth smell of stew, brewing in the kitchen, they walked to the table and sat down across each other, "I think it is time to tell you about fathers job" Sven is now curious, "father is not a lumber jack Sven, he is what you call, a monster slayer, or something like that" she gave a shrug.
"Really, a monster slayer?" Sven gave Natasha a blank stare, "you got me all work up, and to pull this, a monster slayer?" Sven sat up, "It's the truth Sven, I swear, he told me five winters ago when I was your age" Natasha sat up and place the wooden ball on the table, "this is no ordinary ball Sven, this ball came from a god, the god of the forest" Natasha gave Sven a stern look.
"I have heard enough of this, is the stew ready Nast?" Natasha grab the ball and tuck it in her fur winter coat, "should be done now" Natasha walked towards the pot of stew, "father has not come back in three days Nast, I'm getting worried" Sven having his head down "don't worry, father is a tough man," Natasha knows their father is in trouble, but she must stay here in the cabin to protect Sven, her brother.
Natasha pours a bowl for the both of them, placing them in front of each other, "eat, and eat all of it, that includes the veggies" she demanded, "alright" Sven sips the hot soup, Sven is thirteen years old, just like his sister, he has black hair but short, can be a little rebellious sometimes.
Natasha on the other hand is the older sibling, she is eighteen years old, at sixteen she was told the truth about her father job, a monster slayer, a title past down to generations in the Snow family.
"It's getting late Sven, I will clean up around and be on the look out for father" Natasha grabs the bowls and place them in the sink, Sven yawns, "yeah ok" Sven drops his fur coat and snuggles in his bed, "night sis" Sven quickly fell asleep, "night bro" she murmured.
After Natasha cleans the dishes and place them on the sides, put away Sven fur coat on the racket, including hers, maintaining the fireplace she sat down Infront of the fire, the flames warming her body, "what I'm I gonna do? I can't protect Sven all on my own, where are you father?" she lay on the floor on her side, dozing off, then in the warm fires she drifted off to sleep.
Natasha woke up of a sharp pain on her right hand, "ow!" she grab her hand, what she saw was the Snow's emblem being burned onto her hand, a symbol of a bear appears, "no, it can't be!," her heart is racing, father is not coming back, father is dead.