"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
It was the first question out of the blonde's mouth every time she saw the first signs of snow. The white blanket that covered the ground had always comforted her. Whether it had been when the snow had been swirling around in the air like music or when it had been a fresh batch of snow rolled up in a snowball, Glinda couldn't help but be enchanted by the winter wonderland that was brought to her eyes in the cold season.
She always went outside and built a snowman when she was troubled or when she was upset or angry. Somehow rolling up the snow and ice together to create an imaginary friend helped the blonde girl. Glinda had enjoyed pretending like the snowman was real, like he could talk to her. She would tell him of her troubles, her problems and by the time she went inside she felt better. The little blonde from Frottica would always cry though when the snowmen that she had made over the past winter melted away. Her father used to comfort her telling her that she could always make new ones when the next winter came. So each year she always had a friend to talk to.
The first time she had built a snowman anywhere besides at home was at Shiz, the winter before Elphaba had left, before the Wicked Witch title had been given to her green friend. It had been a happy time, one of laughter.
"Do you wanna build a snowman, Elphie?" asked the blonde with a bright smile as she put on her snow boots and wrapped a scarf around her neck.
"And why would I want to do a childish thing like that?" retorted Elphaba as she slammed her book shut.
Glinda only smiled in return, "Because it's fun. Elphie, it's the first snowfall of the year. Please come build a snowman with me?"
"I hate the snow," replied the green woman in a deadpan answer but she was already getting her coat, as she obliged to the blonde's wishes.
She followed the blonde out into the snow where they spent the next hour and a half creating this snowman out of compact ice and water. In the end Glinda ended up yanking Elphaba's hat off of her head and putting it on the snowman.
"I guess we should call it a Snow Witch now shouldn't we?" asked Elphaba once she took a step back and looked at the snow person, the witch's hat on top of its head. Glinda laced her arm through Elphaba's and just smiled.
"We'll call her Elphie."
The next winter Glinda made another same snowman but this time she did it by herself because Elphaba had left her to fend for herself. For the next several years, every winter the blonde went out and built a snowman in memory of her friendship with Elphaba.
She did this all throughout the whole Wicked Witch paranoia, all throughout her years… the only winter she didn't build a snowman was the winter of Elphaba's death.
Elphaba had been melted by the Earth child in the beginning of winter and Glinda just couldn't bring herself to build a snowman, it was too soon, too painful.
"Oh Elphie, what am I gonna do? There's no more you and I…" the blonde lamented in her room as she sat alone at her desk, Elphaba's hat cushioned into between her hands.
"Do you wanna build a snowman, it doesn't have to be a snowman…" tears blossomed in her eyes. She looked out into the snow through her window, her heart breaking as she watched it fall onto the ground, and cried. She longed for comfort, for solace, for Elphie. But she was never coming back, and all Glinda had were her memories.
"Do you wanna build a snowman…?"
Just a short little drabble inspired by Frozen.
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