ROTG: A Frozen Point in Time

Chapter 4

                                                Chapter 4: (POV: Snow White)

"Miss White....Miss....Snow White get UP!!!!!" I jolt up and find my face inches away from a green glad, darker green bonnet-ed maid. "I am terribly sorry to bother you, especially after we found you out cold in the snow last night, but you must be up. You're needed in the kitchen."

"I'm needed where?" I ask confused, glancing at the red and white room full of already made, brown sheet-ed beds. Instead of answering she passes me a bundle of clothes and a red ribbon. 

"Here, put these on quickly, no time for privacy today." I slip off my sweat pants, deciding to leave my white tank top on, and slip the teal blue, simple dress over my head. The darker blue, yellow trimmed apron goes on next while the maid helps tie my short, dark brown hair with the red ribbon. My outfit was nearly identical to hers, except for the color switch and the lack of a bonnet, for which I was grateful. She hands me a pair of yellow flats embroidered in red and teal blue, and once I slip them on she pulls me down the wood floored halls. 

We pass room after empty room, pushing our way through the ballroom full of various castle workers decorating, and finally enter the kitchen. Needless to say it was just as chaotic as the ballroom, only the servants were wearing outfits like mine, though they did have to wear blue bonnets. 

"Oh thank goodness you're here Miss White." A woman looking like she was in her late 40s pulls me into a quick hug and grasps my hands. "Marie, you may leave now." Marie, the kind maid who helped me, curtsies and hustles out. The older woman takes me through the hectic kitchen, avoiding food trays piles high with various fruits, snack rolls, vegetables, but mostly chocolate. "Are you feeling better than yesterday?"

"Yes, thank you." I politely reply.

"Good, that means you will be able to cook, yes?"

"Uh...I'm not--"

"We had a few girls try to bake a batch of your Sweet Apple Pastries, but they were unable to make it look or taste as scrumptious as yours." Wait, they knew about my Sweet Apple Pastries????? MY sweet apple pastries? The recipe I came up with myself but never really make it since my mom hates apples so much? "These should be all the ingredients you need, and I want all 600 to be done by this afternoon."

"This afternoon!?!?!?" I yell in disbelief. 

"Of course, that's when all the guests are arriving. Don't worry though, I'll send Erik, Joss, and Lindell to help. You will be able to put them to good use." Before I can object she disappears in the waves of people moving in and out of the room.

"Well, it's a good thing I knew the recipe by heart." I mutter, taking the cloth off the first large bowl on the flat wood, counter-like thing holding all my ingredients. I sigh in relief when I find that all the bowls are filled with already mixed dough, one thing I don't have to worry about. I reach into a cloth sack and pull out a handful of flour, sprinkling it on the counter, and lay the sweet dough atop it. My hands begin flattening it out, flipping the dough from side to side. The last 24 hours begin to run through my mind, yet I strangely cannot recall much past the sleepover. I remember heading out into the woods, but beyond that is a total blank. Something big must've happened to land me in this weird, old fashioned castle where I'm somehow this miracle chef worker wearing primary colored clothes--

"SNOW!!!!!" I stumble as two young boys nearly tackle me to the messy floor in a hug. An older boy sighs and yanks them off me, all the while never losing his scowl.

"Mrs. Arlott told us you needed help with the pastries." One of the boys with curly blond hair, a cheeky grin, and hazel eyes explains, and the name Lindell pops into my head. "And Erik said he wanted to help you with the flour." The other, slightly larger boy who tackled me, with dark eyes and red hair, shoves Lindell.