Snow Demon, original
Title: Snow demon
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for mercurystar for adventchallenge based on the prompt "How to melt a Snow Demon's heart".
She's seen it sneaking about the garden, her Mother's frozen rose garden, her pride and joy. It's silent now, no insects buzzing around, nothing except for it.
She knows Mother hasn't seen it, because then Mother would have Father chase it away. Her parents don't want them in the garden, say they can be dangerous, but mostly just eating the frozen plants and flowers, so that when spring comes, instead of beginning to bloom they stay dead and brown. And Mother doesn't like it when her rose bushes are dead and brown.
She's fascinated though, by this creature. It's white as snow, and it looks almost like a human, but it has wings, and its face is far from human. It doesn't look scary, at least, it doesn't scare her, but she thinks that is why her parents don't want them to be here. They are so obviously not human. This one has got small horns, shimmering in purple when it moves in the sunlight, and its eyes are shimmering in a similar way, but a deep red. She knows they have mouths, because they can talk, but she can't make it out from this far away, everything being white and blanked out.
She sees it again, every day of December, and she wonders if it wants something special. It can't be eating the flowers, because there would be none left. It stands and watches her as she watches it right back. It's lucky her governess has been taken ill, because she would not be able to stand there otherwise. She would be forced to recite the proper conjugations of verbs in Latin, French and German. But looking out into the garden is so much more rewarding.
On the first day of the new year she gets up early and sneaks out into the garden when the sun rises. Her parents are still in bed, and the staff all have some days off to visit their loved ones. She sees it standing where it usually stands, silent, not moving. She has put on sensible shoes, and a thick wool skirt, but it is still a bit cold. When she gets closer she can see its face properly for the first time. She thinks she should be scared, she knows other girls her age would be scared, but she is not. She is curious, and she looks at it, considering. It tilts its head then, and she realizes it's copying her. She stretches out her right hand, with its thick glove, and it stretches out its left. She takes a step closer, so she can touch its hand. It's cold, much colder than she'd ever thought, and she looks up into its face. It's smiling, she's almost sure, and something compels her to take a step closer, to put her cheek against its chest. The cold is almost overwhelming, and she wants to move away, but it has caught her in its grip, it's holding her. Not cruelly, just firmly, pressing her against it. She stops struggling, relaxes in its grip and falls asleep.
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for mercurystar for adventchallenge based on the prompt "How to melt a Snow Demon's heart".
She's seen it sneaking about the garden, her Mother's frozen rose garden, her pride and joy. It's silent now, no insects buzzing around, nothing except for it.
She knows Mother hasn't seen it, because then Mother would have Father chase it away. Her parents don't want them in the garden, say they can be dangerous, but mostly just eating the frozen plants and flowers, so that when spring comes, instead of beginning to bloom they stay dead and brown. And Mother doesn't like it when her rose bushes are dead and brown.
She's fascinated though, by this creature. It's white as snow, and it looks almost like a human, but it has wings, and its face is far from human. It doesn't look scary, at least, it doesn't scare her, but she thinks that is why her parents don't want them to be here. They are so obviously not human. This one has got small horns, shimmering in purple when it moves in the sunlight, and its eyes are shimmering in a similar way, but a deep red. She knows they have mouths, because they can talk, but she can't make it out from this far away, everything being white and blanked out.
She sees it again, every day of December, and she wonders if it wants something special. It can't be eating the flowers, because there would be none left. It stands and watches her as she watches it right back. It's lucky her governess has been taken ill, because she would not be able to stand there otherwise. She would be forced to recite the proper conjugations of verbs in Latin, French and German. But looking out into the garden is so much more rewarding.
On the first day of the new year she gets up early and sneaks out into the garden when the sun rises. Her parents are still in bed, and the staff all have some days off to visit their loved ones. She sees it standing where it usually stands, silent, not moving. She has put on sensible shoes, and a thick wool skirt, but it is still a bit cold. When she gets closer she can see its face properly for the first time. She thinks she should be scared, she knows other girls her age would be scared, but she is not. She is curious, and she looks at it, considering. It tilts its head then, and she realizes it's copying her. She stretches out her right hand, with its thick glove, and it stretches out its left. She takes a step closer, so she can touch its hand. It's cold, much colder than she'd ever thought, and she looks up into its face. It's smiling, she's almost sure, and something compels her to take a step closer, to put her cheek against its chest. The cold is almost overwhelming, and she wants to move away, but it has caught her in its grip, it's holding her. Not cruelly, just firmly, pressing her against it. She stops struggling, relaxes in its grip and falls asleep.