I trudged through the thick, pearly, snow. It’s coldness trapping my body as my only source of heat was my crimson cloak. I stood out like a deer in headlights throughout the disturbing woods. I didn’t know what I was doing, feeling, or breathing. But it felt right. People have told me I’m insane for going through this rusting forest, but I just tell them it’s who I am. But even I have no idea who I am.
I never fully understood the concept of fairy tales, mostly the one of the Snow Queen. As it is all but fiction, correct? The Snow Queen isn’t real. She’s just another myth to get children to act right. A sound intruded my thinking, a snap of a twig. I turned around, only to see cold eyes looking back at me. I was entranced. Those big, crystal eyes put me under a spell. One that would never break my soul. I slowly followed the eyes, until I came face to face with a woman. She had a beautiful iced tiara on her head, with a giant white fur coat that floated down to her feat. It was almost like she was ice, and I was fire. I stared at her, my fiery brown eyes allured with her sharp blue eyes. There was nothing but silence.
I breathed out, my breathe dancing around in the cold air. My cheeks flared up in pinks and reds as the temperature got colder. We were still staring. I blinked, and all of a sudden the coldness was away. And so was the woman who stood right in front of me. The woman herself. The Snow Queen.
I shook my head slowly, trying to process what happened in that few minutes. Even if it was a few minutes, it felt like years. I quickly turned around, forgetting for what I originally came for, peace, and made my way back into the town. I tried my hardest to pust pash what had just happened, but it kept coming into my mind. How her eyes held a sort of power and control in them. How they were so deceiving, yet so entrancing.

Submitted by: Gracie Sheppard