Alyssa's POV

Two women stood on each side of my bed. Both of them had similar features - golden-brown hair, black eyes, slender frames, and a gentle aura. They were twins. Even the worried expression was the same as the other. The mole on their faces was not on the same spot though. One had it on the underside of her left eye and the other one had it on the bridge of her nose. They wore a white, silk button-up top paired with white, silk pants.

Water dripped down and hit my forehead. I turned my head upwards and met a ceiling coated with melting ice. My bedsheets were frozen and the sun rays from my window were blocked due to thick snow shrouding them. The floor of my bedroom resembled an ice skating rink.

I exhaled through my mouth, emitting a cold mist. I blinked twice, processing the state of my room. It appears my powers couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality.

I slowly sat up, grunting at the headache. Did I use my powers too much?

"Careful now," One of the twins said. "You don't want to pass out after just waking up, do you?"

I took notice of the mole on her nose. It was Mila who spoke.

"Did you have a nightmare again, princess?" The twin with the mole under her eye, Misha, questioned with a hushed voice. She also used the nickname they gave me ever since I was a child - princess.

It wasn't the first time I dreamt of that lake.

"I-I did." Sighing deeply, I rested my head on my hands. "But... It's strange. A dragon was there."

Mentioning the creature, the twins looked at each other with furrowed brows and mouths agape. They were shocked to hear me say that. With an uncertain tone, they asked. "What... Did the dragon look like?"

I told them what I could recall from my dream. The frozen lake, the dragon, a sword, and everything burning to the ground. Once I was finished, the twins were as pale as the walls of my bedroom.

"I see." Misha closed her eyes. "I think you've been interacting with fire too frequently lately. Maybe that was why you dreamt of that."

"That sounds illogical." I shook my head. "I believe the dragon symbolizes something... I just don't know what."

Glancing at her twin, Mila placed a hand on my shoulder. "Regardless, it's a dream. You shouldn't put so much thought about it."

"I'll make breakfast. You must be hungry." The twins then took their leave.

I waited for the ice to dissipate before getting out of bed. I did my morning routine which was just showering, brushing my teeth, drying my hair. When I returned to my bedroom wrapped in a towel, I found a hot pink sweater and floral shorts neatly folded on my bed. I smiled at this.

They still won't stop spoiling me.

It was summer which meant there was no school, but we lived in the cold part of the country. It was a good thing I had a resistance to ice. My neighbors wore scarves and layers of clothes, I only needed a sweater like this one.

After putting them on, I proceeded to go downstairs, towards the kitchen.

Misha and Mila both donned work attires, consisting of a white button-up blouse under a gray and a black pencil skirt paired with black heels. It was still unknown to me what their jobs were. They refused to tell me whenever I asked them. Although, I wasn't troubled by it.

Mila was sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table, sipping coffee. Misha was moving back and forth from the fridge and the stove. I saw that she was cooking eggs and the leftover honey-glazed chicken we had last night. My stomach growled at the smell, notifying the twins of my presence.

"You're here. Just in time as well." Misha turned off the fire. The sight of the flame made me have flashbacks of my dream. I could still feel the dragon's gaze on me. It wanted me dead more than anything. I was disturbed by it.

The clatters of plates and silverwares snapped me back to my senses. Misha and Mila beckoned for me to sit and eat. The sunny-side-up eggs and the steamed chicken with garlic rice were mouth-watering.

I sat down next to Mila and began to eat after thanking them for the food.

As I ate, my mind began to wander... Until it reached to the back of my head where ignored thoughts dwell.

"Um," I said hesitantly. The twins gave their attention to me. "Why do I have powers? Where did it come from?"

Silence hung in the air. It was an odd thing to ask. I should know where and why I have powers but... To be honest, I don't even remember my childhood. The earliest memory I had was training how to control ice with the twins guiding me. And I think I was about seven years old at the time.

"You... Are a special case, princess." Mila stared at her mug. "You're unique - you possess the blood of those who were gifted. I also don't know where your powers exactly came from, although I do know they've been passed down from parents to their children."

I watched as the runny yolk mingled with the rice.

Parents...? Who are my parents?

I considered the twins as my guardians. They weren't my biological parents if it wasn't obvious enough.

"Then, do you know who my parents are?"

My question seemed to strike a nerve. The twins were no longer eating, a sad frown formed on their lips. I saw in their eyes a flicker of regret. Was I imagining things?

"You could say that your mother considered us as her friends." Misha smiled. Mila's eyes softened upon hearing the last word.

I waited for her to continue and speak about my father. When she made it clear that was all she could say, I asked, "What about my father?"

Misha scratched her head and Mila bit her lip. The grins on their face disappeared. They sighed in unison before answering.

"Your father... Was a man that anyone can't just simply approach."