This Monday we present to you; the Snow Queen!
Who did they think they were? Calling her the snow queen? She, with the frosted eyes and the glazed heart, picking her way about them, ripping through their rows like thin ice at nightfall; when the temperature drops to that certain point and everything starts to creak.
But that was the beauty of it, that elegant, but piercing tone of her voice; it made them listen. Their heads turning, slowly, but curiously; waiting. And then it would begin to snow, the frost creeping through the forest, the stars blazing; her eyes on fire.
Well done, Isabelle and Unky. I am intrigued!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bonnie! Stay tuned for more :)
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