Stepping into the Dystopia
Stepping into the Dystopia
                             Scene 1

  • CHARACTERS
Snow Queen,Miss Roberson

  • EXT. PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL. NOON
We are in front of a well known psychiatric hospital is San Francisco.The hospital is gigantic and full of windows showing how many patients have.

  • INT. WHITE ROOM.BRIGHT
A white room,no windows,one door with a bunch of lockers,one table and two chairs.

A tall woman with deep black hair,a black suit,high red heels, a red purse enter the room.She take a sit on one of the chairs and from the purse she took a map full of documents,looking inside them.Miss Robinson stopped at one of the document,she put the map back in the purse but keeping just one paper,waiting for someone.
After a while a blonde girl with a long,silky, white dress,without shoes and a grey paper folded like a crown enter the room.She looks lost,sad and annoyed.


  • SNOW  QUEEN
Where I am? Why I am not in my room? This room is too boring for my tastes!

  • MISS ROBINSON
I am sorry your highness(bowing). You came here to have a talk with me,this is a neutral space for you and me. We don't want to make any troubles.

  • SNOW  QUEEN
I understand,what are we talking about?(sitting on one of the chairs with an arrogant attitude)

  • MISS ROBINSON
I want to talk about your favourite fairy tale! So your highness,what's your favourite fairy tale?

  • SNOW  QUEEN
What nonsensical conversation is that?(preparing to stand up)

  • MISS ROBINSON
Trust me,is not nonsensical!(looking very serious and firm)

  • SNOW QUEEN
Ugh,fine(rolling her eyes)...my story...The Snow Queen!

  • MISS ROBINSON
Can you please remind me how your story begins! (looking very interested)

  • SNOW QUEEN
It's begins with my childhood.(whispering:stupid)
I was born in a wealthy family,my papa had a car business and my mama was a famous writer. You know miss (confused) What's your name?(to miss Robinson)

  • MISS ROBINSON:
My apologise I didn't introduced myself. I am Selena Robinson,but call me miss Robinson.

  • SNOW QUEEN
Peasants...!(rolling her eyes)Anyhow as I said miss Robinson,being wealthy is not as beautiful as is seems for you peasants,is very boring to be honest...I never seen my parents, they were very busy.Mama was always locked in her room writing,she had a bell,it was her way of saying that she needed something, food,water,new clothes or anything else.My papa was always at his office and come back late at night,I know that because I heard mama yelling at him late in night.
I basically rise myself,I never knew how love feels,I was cold till my teenagers ages. More exactly at 16 years old,when I met my husband,the prince of Winter...that was the first time when I saw my parents together and pretending that they love me telling him how great I am without ever talking to me or even looking at me.(a tear fall out of her eye) What is this?(pointing to the trace of water left on her finger)

  • MISS ROBINSON
That's call a tear,that appear when you cry!

  • SNOW QUEEN
( looking confused ) Why I am crying? Crying is for peasants and weak people! Not for me,a royal blood!

  • MISS ROBINSON
That's not true,crying is normal for people! People cry when they are very sad about something. That means you are sad because your parents never show you affection. ( looking at the papers on the table) So,your highness,tell me more about your prince.

  • SNOW QUEEN
(she started smiling) My prince...oh,I feel more cold now that he is not with me.He was amazing,sweet, romantic,calm,and understanding...oh how I miss him ( she puts her right hand to her heart and closing her eyes) Miss Robinson,trust me when I say that he was the only one who could calm my storms and who show me what affection mean, how the spring feels,how a warm heart can melt another heart.He was my heart. But they took him from me,they took my heart and  let me freeze...they took my warmth...( she go in a rage,she  throw the chair to the wall across the room,and start screaming that strong that the blood in miss Robinson's vain frozen)
© montelude,
книга «My own dystopia».
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