Did I say 5 days? 0-0

Did I say I will be updating in 5 days? I meant I will be updating my first chapter or more like a 'Prologue' now. You can check it out on Figment under the book title, 'The Ice Queen's Daughter', and my username 'Blu_core'. Yup, I know- the name's cheesy, but three years ago  I thought it was pretty cool, so I decided to stick to it, after all what's better than consistency?
Here's the link:
http://figment.com/books/805525-The-Ice-Queen-s-Daughter

Anyway here's an excerpt of my prologue, tell me what you think guys:

--------------------------------------Copyright Abida Choudhury-------------------------------------------------------

Prologue

The first thing I awaken to is ice. Ice for the hundredth time. Smooth, frosted and clear blue ice. It’s two inches above my body; it’s nestled underneath me and surrounds me like a cocoon. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. I can’t move much, and the only little movements I make are the constant fluttering of my eyelids and the movement of my mouth as it breathes out little clouds and presses onto the pane of ice. But I’m not afraid. I’m not scared, because I know that person will come again like he came before, the hundred times before. He would come with a small hammer and knock gently at the ice, careful as to not hurt me. I can tell there’s a small opening in the ice; I can feel the draught linger on my cupped hands. And I wait, for that man to return. I close my eyes and he arrives. The foggy figure of a tall man takes slow steps towards me.  I can hear him muttering,

‘Almost...time.’

He positions his hammer and knocks gently at the ice and then increases the tempo. I gasp in delight; the hammer has made the biggest improvement now than it did the past 100 moments. The ice begins to shatter creating a kaleidoscope of colours. With every crack my breathing quickens and my chest heaves. I flutter my eyelids at the man in desperation, urging him to hurry. I want to get out; I want to get out right now. With one final tap the ice breaks. I close my eyes tight in haste as the shards drop with great force onto my body, I yelp as it grazes me a thousand times over. The man rushes to me, lifting my limp body. He raises me into a sitting position as I cough heavily releasing clumps of ice. He tilts my head and I watch his face, but it’s hopeless; the man is as blurry as I’ve always saw him, even blurrier still. But I know he’s smiling, I can hear it in his sigh. I hear little fragments of his voice before I drift to sleep.

‘You’re...now...Highness.’

--------------------------------------Copyright Abida Choudhury-------------------------------------------------------

Well, here it is. What do you think of it so far? I will be posting more chapters too with links that will redirect you to my Figment page with my story attached. Why such a long method? Well it's not really long, my story is easily accessible for you on my Figment page, and this way is easier for me also. Look forward to the next release!