12.02.10
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It is Winter’s Eve and I lie in bed, the blanket drawn up to my ears, with the wind starting to howl outside as the last bit of daylight creeps into the hut. My mother strokes my hair and tells me the same tale as she does every year on this night.
“Close your eyes, my child, and let Sleep take you from here. Let him take you with him to safety before it gets dark. For tonight the Ice Maiden is free to prowl, as she was a year ago to the day, as she has done every year before that since the eve of the very first Winter.”
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03.12.10
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She has only to smile at him once, and Spring is her slave. He gives her all she asks for and showers her with almond blossoms. She dances around him and bestows upon him nothing but her playful smile and the twinkles in her eyes. The weeks pass, and Spring feels himself grow weaker as her platinum hair darkens to a soft gold colour, and her playful dance takes on a heat he finds a little disconcerting. She still offers him a smile or two, but the twinkling is now aimed away from him, at something on the horizon that he can’t quite make out yet. As it slowly comes into view over the next few days, the realisation dawns on him. He falls to the ground in agony, and in his death throes he is aware that he lies on a carpet of crushed almond blossoms that were trampled by her pretty feet.
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