As you might have noticed by the lack of stories in my blog, I haven't been doing much with my Sylvanians this 2020. It's been a very difficult and pretty busy year for me so far, but I'm slowly trying to get back in the groove of things. I've missed all of the Creative Challenges in the forum so far, ack! I have a story idea that would cover a few of them at the same time, but it's quite the ambitious project and I haven't been feeling up to it yet. So when Terra posted the new contest, The Chocolate Rabbit Challenge, I was reminded of a story idea my wonderful boyfriend, Marcos, suggested to me quite a long time ago.
And so, here is my first story of the year. And it's quite the strange one, too! Please, bear with me and don't take it too seriously...
Hope you enjoy it!
Freya Chocolate, as everyone in Arcfield who was acquainted with her knew, was a boisterous young rabbit. Her sweet smile and girly appearance and behaviour hid a mischievous personality that made her quite the troublemaker at times. Curious and inquisitive, she could often be found in the most unexpected of places, and, as her self-proclaimed rival, Fiorella Andes, often said, she "seemed to be everywhere!". Freya loved exploring the village and the areas surrounding it, often by herself, and since she could no longer be considered new in town (she had been living in Arcfield for more than a year now, after all), she pretty much already knew the place like the back of her hand.
She also had, of course, explored every corner of her family's new home, the nice and spacious three-story home they had moved into after staying with the McFarlanes for a while. There was, however, a place she never tired of prying in; her parents' bedroom. It was quite a mysterious place to her, with the solemn furniture made of dark wood, and she would frequently run up the stairs to it whenever her mother, Teri, got distracted. This was one of such occasions; Freya knew she was safe for now, as she could hear her mother's voice, happily talking to her baby siblings downstairs. She still had time to look around for a bit.
Were they from someone else, maybe? Her grandparents, possibly? They travelled a lot, after all. And if that was the case, why hadn't she received a postcard herself?
She had been afraid, after her family had moved out from the village where she used to live, that she would never be able to speak to her friend again, as the original mirror where she had done so had been lost. Happily, her mother's new mirror worked just as well.
And so, she stood in front of it. The rabbit in the mirror stared at her for a moment. It was a rabbit girl, identical to her yet just a little bit different, who was wearing a ribbon identical to hers, the one Annabelle McFarlane had given her... but in the wrong ear.
Freya smiled. The girl in the mirror did the same. And then spoke to her.
"Hello, Frejolina" said Freya, still smiling. "I'm sorry, it's been difficult to come up here. Seems like someone is always here lately".
"Oh, please, stop calling me that! My name is Freya, you know that. Oh, I'm so glad Spring has finally come! What are you planning to do today? Go pick some flowers and make a lovely wreath for your mama, maybe?"
"We've already discussed this, Frejolina." Freya was no longer smiling and her voice was firm, which made her friend in the mirror flinch a little. "I'm Freya, so there's no way you can also be. And no, no flowers today. I was thinking of something more along the lines of mixing ground pepper in my mother's make-up powders. Can you imagine the face she'll make when she puts them on later?"
She was already smiling maliciously at the idea, but Frejolina just stared at her in horror and began flailing her arms around in a panic.
"Oh no, but you can't do that! Your poor mama! That's a terrible thought! I think it'd be better if you go help the Waters with their garden, don't you think? You can even plant some extra flowers, or even strawberries! Think of how yummy they'll be when summer comes! Or you can ask your papa to teach you how to make some delicious chocolate treats, and then you can give them as presents to your friends! Aren't those good ideas? Oh, just think of how happy your bestest friends, Annabelle and Frances, will be! You can even give some to Fiorella, that way you'll surely become closer!"
Despite her cheery tone, Frejolina was speaking very fast and sounding quite panicked. Freya blinked slowly and just looked at her.
"Eh? Fiorella Andes, you mean? Aren't we friends already? Anyway, I don't feel like working in nobody's garden, thank you very much, and about the chocolates..."
She seemed to be thinking about it, so Frejolina smiled desperately, one of her eyes slightly twitching.
"Yes, yes, go make some sweets with your papa! Isn't that the best idea ever? He'll be so happy to spend time with you, and then..."
"And then, I can put a little something special in the sweets... And give them to my dearest brother. Yes, what a lovely idea, Frejolina! I'll do just that today! Oh, Coco is in for quite a treat!"
Freya giggled with glee, and though she was smiling widely and sweetly, there was once again a devilish flicker in her eyes.
"Noooo...!" exclaimed, in anguish, the rabbit girl in the mirror. But as Teri's steps could be heard coming up into the room, her voice vanished all of a sudden.
Freya quickly turned around and smiled brightly at her mother and younger sister, who had just entered the room.
"Oh, not much, mom! Just talking to Frejolina". Still smiling, Freya pointed at the mirror. "But I'm leaving now. I was thinking that I'll go help daddy with the chocolates today. Bye bye!
And then, waving innocently, she left the room without letting her mother slip in another word.
Teri sighed, and looked at the mirror.
She had hoped Freya would grow out of it after moving to Arcfield, but apparently Teri's new mirror also worked to speak to Frejolina.
Deep inside of her, though, she was kind of glad that her daughter was still young enough to believe in these kinds of things. Her little Freya was becoming more and more of a handful as she got older, so she found it somewhat endearing to still be able to find such innocence in her.
She decided not to worry about it all too much. After all, Frejolina was an imaginary friend, and nothing more.
...
...Or was she, dear readers?
The End!
Hope you enjoyed this strange and yet hopefully fun story! Please, don't take it too seriously. It's possibly not even canon (I had originally thought of writing it for Halloween, similar to The Simpson's Treehouse of Horror episodes, hehe), but I thought it could be a good match for the contest. :)
Have a wonderful day!
