Glacier Pherret
n3v3rm0reBut many allow the bleakness to shroud the splendors of winter. There is perfection and beauty in ice crystals forming fractals on window panes. There is innocence in snowflakes gently falling into eyelashes. There is beauty in the forest after a snow storm, when gentle piles of snow rest in on the branches and carpets the decay of autumn.
I am one of the creatures of winter. It might have been because my family lived so far North, but it could have been fate. I always have been, even before I was blessed. My Mother and Father could always find me transfixed with the blizzards, my nose pressed up against the frosted window. That was before they passed, deep in the heart of summer and warmth when nothing bad was supposed to happen.
I was left alone
But I survived. Though the winters were lonely, it was the summers which were difficult; watching the families together, laughing and enjoying the long days. Winters allowed me to retreat into myself, enjoy the world without others to remind me of my sorrows. I turned to nature, enjoying the snow and frost. I enjoyed walking most of all. There was something so comforting about creating my own paw print path where ever I went. Only I knew where it would lead.
One day, walking down a frozen river, I stumbled. My paw went through the ice. The cold, which had never bothered me before, sunk straight to my bone, penetrating my heart and soul. I struggled. The ice cut me. The ice only fractured further, cracking under me. I dug my claws into the ice, forcing my bloodied paw from the icy clutches of the river. I was too late.
The ice exploded from beneath me and I fell into the polar water. I tried to gain traction, but the water dragged me into its depths.
The cold enveloped me, overtook me. I could feel something changing, some ice growing over my heart. Blackness threatened to embrace my heart allow the river to take me. I fought. A struggled to the surface. My claws scraped on stone and with the last shard of my will I forced myself out of the water, flopping onto the shore.
I was changed. My fur was white and coated with frost and icicles. The air froze in my lungs, exhaling ice crystals. But I was now one with Winter, a child of ice.
