Sunset Valley, December 20, 1982
A blizzard continued to rang through the town, snow blowing harshly through the air, and the crops that were said to be fully develop were starting to die. Animals left out on the streets struggled to find a warm place, some freezing to death, as the lights of the lamps flickered, threatening to go out as did the electricity. Meanwhile, in a small corner of the town, inside a building, the people of the town muttered among themselves, frustrated and worried.
"When is this blasted snow going to stop? We can't harvest anything!" Someone shouted.
"We're all going to die due to hunger." Someone else, a woman, weep. A man standing besides her tried his best to comfort her, holding her gently in his arms.
"Forget that, we'll never leave our houses again if the snow piles up!" Another townsmen cried out.
"What is happening? What have we done to deserve this?!"
Suddenly, a man, with the slash that said 'Mayor' on it, began banging the grovel down.
"Calm down everyone. Surely, there must be an explanation for all this snow..." He said.
"You want an explanation? I'll give you one - God has forsaken us! We have wronged him, and now we're suffering because of it!" Another man shouted, glaring at his mayor.
"That's preposterous! That might be the most dumbest reason I heard from you all day - and you say a lot of crazy things!" The man beside him shouted back, glaring at the offender. The man turned around and snarled.
"You'll see! We have done nothing but anger God, and so we'll suffer his wrath for all eternity!"
"You have lost your mind! Why should we listen to you?!"
"I lost my baby in this freak snowstorm!" A woman cried out, sobbing as fell to her knees, head in her hands. The women beside her each placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a soft squeeze in comfort.
"Who should be blame for this? Who should be responsible?!"
"Now, now. Pointing fingers never solves anything." The mayor said, but he was ignored mostly.
"We all are! Didn't you hear me?! This is God's punishment!"
"Shut up already! Your precious 'God' is nothing, but a fraud!"
"And you wondered why we have so much snow. You don't believe in Him, he has shun us because of YOUR actions!"
"This snow is a curse! A curse I tell you!"
"I just want it to stop snowing..."
Soon an agreement broke out between the townspeople, pointing fingers, shouting, while coming up some suggestions that were either passed or not heard. The mayor looked at his people and sighed, sorrow forming in his brown eyes.
"Times like this, we should all come together, and yet," He continued to stare at the squabbling crowd before him. "Yet we are arguing among ourselves like children. Maybe we are cursed."
Meanwhile, back outside, a lone traveler walked through the streets, snow crunching underneath their feet. Despite temperatures being below freezing, the stranger did not appear to be cold, and her cloak stayed close to her despite the heavy winds that blew through the air. The stranger continued to walk until they reached City Hall, and stopped to look at it.
Back inside, the crowd continued to talk among themselves, heated words begin exchanged, when suddenly, the door open and everyone turned to look at the newcomer. Most were suspicious, but mainly surprised as the mayor started talking.
"Did you travel all this way, traveler?" He asked, worried. The stranger didn't say anything, but closed the door behind them. "Stranger?"
"Did he travel through the snow?"
"No way, he would've died trying to get here."
"Maybe he's a witch..."
The travel moved through the crowd before stepping front of the mayor, and in a soft, feminine, voice, spoke:
"I have come to help you through this blizzard of yours." Immediately, protest broke out.
"No way!"
"What can YOU do that we haven't already done?!"
"I knew it! It's a witch, he has cast a spell on us!"
"We are forsaken!"
"Shut up!"
"Silence please!" The mayor shouted, getting everyone to stop talking. He looked back at the stranger. "Have you now? That is very kind of you. May you lift your hood so we can see your face?"
The stranger hesitated, before doing what they were told, and soon as the hood was lifted, gasp of awe, confusion, and a little bit of shock ring through the air.
The stranger's skin was pale, almost the same color as the snow that pouring down out in the streets. Her hair was a long, midnight black with a slight shine to it, blue eyes that reminded the mayor and the people of the sky they missed so much, light pink lips that matched the dusty pink in her cheeks - probably from the cold - and a nice, round chin. The woman began to speak again.
"I can help you, if you would let me." She said. The men were awestruck by her beauty, some of the women looking at her with envy in their eyes, and the children cocked their head to the side, curious. The mayor nodded dumbly, and she smiled, unknowingly looking even more beautiful to the men, and gain some hate from the woman.
"What is your name, miss?" The mayor asked. The woman giggled.
"My name is Madeline, the Snow White Princess."