• Frost bitten ears and numb toes. Crystal eyes and pale skin. She didn’t have anything but the clothes on her back and the heart in her chest. Her feet sunk deep into the snow and her head hung low as she deciphered the cold weather and where she had just come from. She was not normal. She was not human. With ever step she caused a new drift of wind. A tree trembled every time she passed and she ignored it all perfectly fine. A small humming noise came from her mouth as she sang a song to herself. Crossing her arms, she was now bored with herself. Stopping in place and freezing, her eyes darted from each tree to the space before her, she laughed. She went to the nearest tree and pulled a large icicle from a hanging branch. By touching the tip she made it sharper than before. Her breath grew heavy and it was visible in the night air. Her hand was burning under the touch of the ice and she winced just lightly when she lay in the middle of the small space. She laughed again and with the long icicle, she poured blood from her chest. Her clothes stained a bright red and as for the snow around her, it disappeared as soon as she did, the blood never touching the ground in time for her to be gone. Taking winter with her.