Hey y’all! As we are currently in the middle of winter where I live, I decided it would be an appopriate time to share a snow story. This particular story has elements from Hans Christian Anderson’s The Snow Queen. I hope you like it! Caution: There is a little blood in this story.
The young girl stared out her window at the ever-drifting snow. The flakes were thick and fat. The sky was blocked out by the whirlwind of white.
A dark blotch appeared against the snow. The girl sat up, peering closer, then broke into a wide smile. She leapt up from her seat, threw on her coat and wrapped a bright red scarf acround her neck. Her blonde hair flying everywhere, she slid on a pair of earmuffs and tossed the door open before plunging outside and into the snow.
“What took you so long, Amos?” And there he was, standing out against the blur of white in his dark coat. He was grinning.
Amy punched his arm playfully. “First of all, don’t call me Amos. And second, I’m late? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.”
“Sorry.” The boy, Leo, shrugged.
Amy could tell he wasn’t sorry, but she didn’t really care. Leo was a good friend regardless of how often he was late and how much he teased her. “Let’s go grab the sleds,” she suggested, running off towards the shed.
“Wait up!” Leo laughed, then dashed after her.
The two spent the day sledding down the hill in Amy’s backyard. The snow was piling up nicely, and they only went in when the snowfall became so heavy they couldn’t see each other.
Amy fell asleep that night with thoughts of snow swirling around inside her head.
The next day, Amy crawled out of bed, downed a mug of hot cocoa, and got dressed to go outside. The snow had stopped falling and lay perfectly over the ground. She poured herself another mug of cocoa for the trip, and shut the door behind her as she walked out. It was her turn to go to Leo’s house, and she, for one, did not want to be late. She reached his yard in just a few minutes, skipping to his front door. With a rap of her knuckles on snow-dusted wood, she signaled her arrival.
Leo appeared in the doorway in an instant. His coat was already on, and his sled dragged behind him. Grinning, he led the way through the fence and to the backyard.
“Leo! Do you know if the creek froze over this year?” Amy called out as she trudged after him.
“It’s so cold out that I would be surprised if it wasn’t! Besides, we can build a ramp and jump the creek if we have to!” His voice was muffled by the snow.
“If you say so,” Amy replied doubtfully.
“Don’t worry, Amos,” He teased. “We’ve done this before!”
So she followed him to the hill above the creek. She had to admit that the creek did look pretty frozen from up here. Sighing, Amy lowered her sled to the snow and sat on it, cross-legged. “Ready to race?”
“Let’s go!” With that, Leo was off.
Their sleds carved deep tracks in the snow as they wove in between the trees. The gray sky seemed especially foreboding today, and the icy snow had a dangerous glint to it. Suddenly Amy was very, very afraid. Her hands tensed upon the steering rope, and her heart quickened in her chest. The spindly trees, empty of leaves, seemed to laugh menacingly as their bare branches creaked in the wind. The landscape was devoid of color. Something was wrong. “Leo!” Amy cried out, but there was no reply. Her breath coming in ragged gasps, she searched for any sign of him as her sled shot down the slope. Wind whistling in her ears, she called yet again. “LEO!”
“I’m over here!” Leo had reached the bottom, his sled right beside him.
Amy breathed a sigh of relief, turning back to her course. A tree loomed in front of her, and she swerved violently to avoid it. Her drastic movement caused the sled to careen towards the creek. She screamed, her voice ricocheting off the snow and disappearing off into the gray sky. The sled skidded, shot up the side of a log a log, and arced over the creek. Her eyes shut tight, Amy braced herself. The impact was even worse than she expected. She felt bone crunch as she landed, and slid several feet before coming to a stop of the foot of a tree. Leo was shouting and running towards her, but she didn’t care. the pain was too great to think about anything else. Whimpering, she leaned back on her sled.
“AMY!” Leo leaped over the creek, stumbled on ice, then dropped down on the snow beside Amy. “Can you hear me?”
She moaned. Blood trickled from her forehead. Her scarf lay on the snow beside her.
“Oh no.” Leo sat back, aghast. That was when he noticed the snow.
A drop of Amy’s blood had fallen, splattering on the snow. Flames danced across the red. Leo’s heart was pounding as he watched tongues of fire spread across the blood as it fell onto the snow. He was so absorbed with the flames and Amy’s danger that he didn’t see the snowflakes moving, piling on top of one another a few feet away. As he tried to get Amy to wake up, the snow shaped into the body of a beautiful woman. She sneered contemptuously at the scene, her icy eyes glittering. A shock pulsed through her as another drop of Amy’s blood landed on the snow. The flames grew higher.
“Who does she think she is?” The woman mocked, her voice colder than the snow.
Leo jumped backwards at the sound of her voice. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“The better question is, what are you doing here? Allowing this girl to ruin my work,” she spat. “At least I now know where the troublemaker is. Hand her over and I’ll leave you alone.”
“You’ll have to come get her.” Leo tried to look fierce, but his fear showed in his eyes.
“Give her to me now or else. I have other, more painful methods than asking.” She took a step forward.
“No.” Leo pulled Amy up into his arms. Blood still trickled from her head, and as each drop hit the snow, the woman flinched. Leo had forgotten the flames that leapt up from each spot of blood, but apparently the ice woman had not. They were coming closer to her, even though they had nothing feed on. They seemed to produce no heat, for the snow remained frozen. Leo noticed the woman glance at them in fear, and he became bolder. “You can’t have her.” Laying Amy back on the sled, he grabbed a thick branch and held it tightly, prepared to hit the woman with it.
She just laughed. “Fool. I may not be able to go across the flame, but I have servants who can.” With a wave of the woman’s hand, the snow around Leo began to bulge and roll. He nervously stepped back and out of the circle of fire. The snow burst open, showering Leo in ice. A pack of wolves stood around him, breathing heavily. Their ice-filled eyes stared at him hungrily, and their claws dug deep into the snow. Leo didn’t dare to breathe. After an agonizing moment of tension, the wolves pounced. Leo turned and fled.
Laughing to herself, the woman signed to the wolves. They nudged Amy onto the sled. The woman waved her hand again, and the sled transformed into a sleigh large enough to fit the woman and Amy. She slid onto the seat, pushing Amy onto the floor and carefully avoiding the flaming blood. With a flick of her wrist, the wolves were harnessed to the sleigh. She cracked a whip across their white fur, and they jerked from a stop to a run.
Leo was at the top of the hill and witnessed the woman driving the wolves- and Amy- away. The wind rushed by, lifting Amy’s bright red scarf from the ground and carrying it to the hill. Leo caught it as it drifted along, fingering the soft material. I will find her, he thought, and I WILL save her.
I hope you liked this story! Tell me your thoughts in the comments below! I will hopefully post the next installment sometime soon.
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