Frozen Secrets {Open}

Shakti Kaamuk

The mayor of Ten rests on a red leather couch in her office, hungover from party after party. Her hair is a mess; it's tussled and tangled. Sprinkled all over the wooden floor is pieces of brown, shattered glass from beer bottles. A woman in a navy suit walks into the messy room with a shocked expression on her face. She quickly tries to scoop up the glass and tries to toss into the trash can.

She shook the mayor, trying to wake her from her luscious sleep. "Mrs. Mayor, wake up, please! Come on, now! You have to get out of here or else people will suspect something. Hearing of your parties night after night all week will make them puzzled if you don't go outside today."

She finally wakes, brushing her hair away from her face as she sits up. She waves her assistant away, indicating she's going to clean up. Shakti goes into the bathroom connected to her office and stand before the mirror, trying to make herself look presentable. She combs through her hair with her fingers and recreates her part. She wipes away the smudged makeup and smooths the wrinkles of her red dress.

She smiles and pours a capful of mouth wash into her mouth, rinsing out the taste of beer. She spits it back out into the porcelain sink and makes her way downstairs. She waves at her assistant as she leaves out the front door. She wasn't sure where her assistant had planned on her going, but she knew it wasn't her own house. She needed to reapply her make-up and put on a different outfit. Appearance really didn't matter to her, but she knew that she had to go check on her kids real quick after not being home for about a week.

She walked down the long, winding, cobble path to her house. The sun shone down brightly on her, warming her whole body and blinding her vision a bit. She wobbled in her heels, her head still pounding. She took them off and carried them both in one, smooth hand. The cobbles were surprisingly hot, though, so she quickly raced over to the grass to her left. Her feet cooled down as she trudged through the fronts of people's yards.

Her pulse got faster as her migraine got stronger. She constantly moaned, like a bleating sheep. It wasn't long until she reached her house near Victor's Village. She found the front door unlocked, but when she called her children's names, they both raced down the stairs. Her beautiful teenage daughter and her handsome teenage son stood before her. Her son and daughter didn't look identical at all. Her son had sparkling blue eyes and light brown skin, while her daughter had rich brown eyes and fair skin. "Yes mother?" they both asked simultaneously.

"Just wanted to make sure you were home, is all." She smiles and gives each of them a hug and then heads upstairs to her and her husband's bedroom Her husband's presence was lacking, so she doubted he was home. She throws her heels in the closet and peeled off her red dress. She throws the dress in the closet as well. She tugged on a dark blue dress and grabbed a pair of wedges and made her way into her bathroom.

She painted her face with various makeups before deeming herself good enough. She slowly trotted down the stairs, not sure where she should go next. To the market perhaps, or maybe to the square? The square, yes, that's where she would go. She once again didn't have a long trip until she reached her destination once again. She walked the perimeter of the square few times before determining she would go inside one of the shops.

She pushed up the door to the floral shop, the store drawing her in with it's cool air and wonderful scents. The place was so colorful, with flowers of any color you could imagine. She walked around the shop, pondering over what she should purchase. Daisies would definitely give her office a cheery mood, but roses would add a romantic feel to her bedroom. She could buy some violets for her daughter, or maybe some tulips for her assistant. Why chose just one? You're the mayor of Ten. You have plenty of money!

She ordered a dozen of each, letting the cashier keep the change. When she went to open the door, she accidentally shoved a bouquet of flowers in a person's face. She gasped and quickly pulled back the flowers. "Oh my! I'm so sorry!" She rushed back over to the counter, and told the cashier just to send them all to her house. She went over to the stranger she had smothered with flowers. "Again, I'm really sorry! I've had a kind of sick day today."

Her vision blurred and her head ached. The taste of alcohol reappeared on her tongue. She wishes she had stayed home, or rather, stayed asleep on the couch. She didn't feel to well, even though she didn't drink much last night. She teetered slightly towards the stranger, but she steadied herself as all the symptoms suddenly slipped away.

The memories of last night replaced the symptoms, though. There were memories of many people dancing and drinking and singing. She couldn't remember what the party was for though. Lately, her parties had had no meaning to them. They had just been parties. They had been places to relax and dance and drink and have fun. Of course, she couldn't have any parties anymore unless they had a meaning. Her assistant had been right, she needed to get out more often.

She only had to stay inside a certain amount of time each day so it seemed like she was actually doing her work. She would rather be in the Capitol, partying with the party masters of Panem. She wasn't sure when she would be able to go to the Capitol, though, if she could ever go. Even though she was a mayor, she wasn't sure if she was allowed to travel out to the Capitol. She slowly floated out of her dream and turned to the matter at hand. "So please tell me you aren't allergic to any of those flowers I bought. Did I get anything in your eye?"