I have been writing this story for a while now, but bits and pieces need to be put together. Do you have any suggestions? Reviews would be great!


Through the clouds fell crystals of delicate glass forming a pillow on the forest floor. All around the wind twirled, whispering to those with open ears. The snow told of its journey from the Far North and all that awaited there, only to alight miles away from its home. From the ears of a child the snow tells stories of wonder and ultimate adventure, but for one with many years experience, the stories only made them fear.

Snow began to encompass the village with its chill. Though, much fear crept through the window panes, they feared not the winter because of their warmth hearth. It kept them warm through all the cold winter months and brought them cheer, especially for one curious child.

A young boy stared out into the deep snow. He felt the cold as it kipped at his fingers and nose, without letting the sharp tingling bother him. The flighty flurries who played outside his window were all he noticed.

"Son," he felt a gentle tug at his shoulder.

The little boy jerked up rather slowly and replied ", Yes?"

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, rubbing his small shoulders.

"Where does all the snow come from?" The boy asked with much curiosity.

"Well…" His mother smiled at her son's question ", I have heard that snow comes from a mysterious Snow Queen in the north." She looked at her child and teased.

"No," the child answered quite seriously. "I believe there could be a Snow Queen."

How else could the snow come? He thought.

"I also heard that she whispers to little boys with her snow flurries." She said, cupping her hands to his ear. "Now go to bed, Jack, it's late." She led him to his bed, placing snug blankets around him. Wishing him good night with a kiss, she left him alone to dream many dreams. But on this night the only ones that came were about the Snow Queen.