Frozen (THIS ISN'T DISNEY OK)

I was the only one left.

I had joined the army, the one that was supposed to go explore a new land. A land they called "Polar Floe." It was a large area of ocean littered with ice and snow, and only the most skilled animals were allowed on the journey. I was an otter, so I knew a lot about swimming. Therefore, I was allowed to go with the other animals, which there were about 15 of, counting me.

They had all died of the cold or some other threat of nature, and I was the last one left.

''"Sure is cold out here! I should've brought 3 jackets!" "Haha, yeah. I didn't bring any. That was a terrible decision!" "How can you be THAT stupid?!" "I don't know. I didn't figure it would be THIS cold." "Ah, well. It's too late now." "QUIET YOU PESTS! THIS IS SERIOUS!" "Sure general, whatever you say..."''

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I remember a young bunny who wanted to join. The general just wanted somebody to be brave enough to join the expedition, so the bunny was accepted. The bunny was so friendly, so upbeat, so optimistic. Whenever we started feeling down, he would cheer us up.

Only two days after we set out, the bunny fell over in the snow and died of cold. We tried to save him, we all did, but it couldn't be helped. He was too weak, too young. He wasn't ready.

It took me a while to get over the shock of it, but I eventually did. I'll always remember that bunny as one of my role models, and I've always wished to try and be as happy as him during the darkest times.

''"Hi honey! I brought cookies and lemonade. Thought you might need it for the long journey!" "Thanks, mom." "So how was your day at training?" "Pretty harsh, I guess, but that's what I was looking forward to. A challenge!" "Oh, I'm so proud of you. You're practically an adult already!" "Yeah, I guess."''

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It took all my deepest memories of home and my family to keep walking. I remembered their smiles, their cheerful words, telling me that I could set out and come back quick as a dragonfly. I'd been gone for about 4 months, and I doubted they still thought I was coming back. I'd never make it back, considering how my closest estimate to how far away from home I was was at least 10,000 miles. I know it sounds hard, and it is. In fact, my feet are covered in blisters and I feel like I've been locked in the freezer for 25 years. My arm hurts too, because I've been carrying a gun throughout the entire expedition.

I miss my home.