**Snow Pack MeadowHelen’s room** 

Juliet pushed the door open quietly and found Helen standing by the window again, staring out at nothing. Her eyes had that same dull, faraway look they’d carried ever since Elsa was taken. Ever since that awful day, Helen hadn’t been the same. 

No one knew if her only daughter was dead or alive. Most people in the meadow had already decided she was gone. 

“Mother?” Juliet called softly. 

Helen turned, and a tiny, tired smile touched her lips. “Hey.” 

Juliet’s own parents had been killed the same day years ago, when she was barely two. Helen had told her the story so many times: Juliet...