When Flames Met Winter

The sound of boots crunching in the snow heard from the dark tundra. A girl stood on a small hill, covered in snow. Her cloak fluttered in the cold, biting wind. A hood covered her head and face from the snow and view, though wisps of brown hair escaped as the girl looked up.

It seemed everything stopped for a moment. The only thing heard was the wind, and if you listened carefully, very carefully, you'd heard the girls heart beat. The gentle thump thump thump beating against her chest as she breathed in the cold winter smell. As she looked up, the hood fell a little, showing open lips and frost bit cheeks. The lips curled up slightly as she looked up at the stars.

Small hands went up, feeling the snow land on her finger tips, like it was a gift from something far away. Maybe it was. No one could know really as more snow swirled around the girls figure, looking like she was in the middle of a snow globe. More snow lifted from the ground, swirling around her in beautiful swirls of white. She raised her hands, the snow swirling more.

The girls smile lit up now as she felt the snow swirl about her as she looked up at the stars, the snow falling down on her. Soon the snow was all around her where no one could see. It stopped soon and all that was left was snow drifting gently downwards, covering a single set of boot prints, and a slight burnt mark next to it, where the snow had melted and the grass steamed lightly where it was burnt. Where flame met snow.