Crash! The flaming mirror of the Queen of the Sun descended onto the Madrid city square, shattering it into millions of small pieces that flew into the eyes and chests of some of the occupants living down the block. These fragments were not just any mirror, as you might expect; the mirror contained the wishes and dreams of the goblins who lived in the sky, and whoever was infected by these horrible traces would bring the evil within themselves back to life. Nothing more exciting for Kai and Marcus on a humid and sticky Saturday afternoon than visiting the Royal Palace in Madrid, a few blocks from where they lived, what was a private playground for the king's children of the same age. Of course, Kai and Marcus had completed their work on the sunny brick terrace (which they hated terribly), and were ready to leave, until their grandfather, their rigid elder and a master storyteller who cared for the twins like their parents missing 7 years earlier, he called them into the garden, sliding his storybook from the shelf outside. This time he had saved the story of The Snow Queen for weeks; it was Marcus' favorite story. "Now let's see," Grandpa began, seeing the cheerful faces of Kai and Marcus. “How about the Snow Queen?” They both clapped and clapped with joy. They loved listening to the heroic adventures of Gerda, who ran to the Snow Queen's ice palace to free Kay, her best friend, but little would they have known that something similar would happen to them too. Once Gerda had arrived at the palace on horseback, the sound of a monstrous crash filled the garden at the stroke of six o'clock from the nearby bell tower, and Marcus winced in pain, falling backwards pieces of mirror flew... into the middle of the paper. .. as always, galloping through the woods that almost seemed to go on forever. Food and services were still in good condition, and running water for drinking and washing became easier to find further from the Pyrenees. Within a few days, Kai and Marcus returned to Madrid, welcomed with a small celebration consisting of a large banquet, hosted by the King of Spain and Grandfather, with great joy and joy. comfort that peace had been restored down the block. On a humid Sunday evening that week, Grandpa again called the children outside to tell stories. He picked up his storybook from the shelf. "I haven't finished The Snow Queen yet. Anyone want to guess what happens at the end?" He asked the children thoughtfully. Kai and Marcus clapped and cheered for the continuation of the story. They knew what happened in the end; it happened to them.