Author's Note: Hey wonderful readers(yea im sucking up for good reviews ) This is my feeble attempt at a story. I'm not sure where its going at the moment but the main focus is a much ignored charater :Miki. If anyone one has any suggestion plz send them my way. Keep reviewing it keeps me motivated! check out my other fics!I don't not own Revolutionary Girl Utena or any of its characters, let's leave that all up to the masterminds of Chiho Saito, Kunihiko Ikuhara and Be-Papas!

PROLOGUE

The keys were cool and icy to the touch, as long slender fingers swept over them releasing a familiar melody to fill the empty ball room. A small figure sat alone at the grand piano from which the beautiful song poured. Moonlight beamed from the only window liberty of thick drapes. The moon's kiss illuminate the path of the ivory key of which his fingers followed.

Miki Koaru stared out the window with woeful eyes, as white crystalline flakes fell from heaven. He took no regard as the window began to fog and spider with frost. No, he would continue to play. A shadow femaled figure stepped into the light's grace and a sinister voice rang.

"There will be no dreams of sunlight gardens tonight."

FROST TIPPED FLOWERS

The Snow Within My heart

When Miki awoke, to no suprise, his counterpart was no where to be found. He drug himself out bed quite drowsily with one foot at a time. He rubbed his temples for his head seemed to be pounding. There would be no more moonlit sernadas for him for quite some time.

He glanced out his dorm window only to be cursed with the sight of white fields. His heart seemed to groan, he hated snow. His comfort seemed to evaporate with the coming of winter. His heart wished only for spring, with its warming sunlight and auroma of new born flowers. No joy would come to him from the winter's season sky.

He sighed at the sight of Kozue's disheveled, unmade bed. Accepting his duties as the neater twin, he made his sister's bed. The smell bursting from the sheets was a familiar one that made him only long for the days when his sister played by his side. How can someone who sleeps in the same bed with me everynight be so far away?

When he finished he decided to take a reluctant Sunday morning stroll across campus in the cold that he despised so. The sun was paled by the thick December sky. He watched the slush gather and drip from the high roof's of Ohtori's towers. His stomach churned in disgust at the sight of the frost tips of the evergreen leaves.

To a slight comfort he could see Miss Tenjou, Himemiya, and Wakaba all wrapped in coats and scarves building a snow man. He decided to walk over and make conversation. How could he not? It was Anthy Himemiya. Utena and Wakaba were there usual giggly selves throwing snow about as Anthy kind wrapped a scarve around ChuChu.

"Hello, girls,"he waved.

"Oh, Hello, Miki," greeted the usual cheerful Tenjou.

Anthy looked up and smiled and he felt is heart warm despite the cold's touch. He reached down an tickled ChuChu, who giggled in glee.

"So what are you girls up to this evening?"

"We're making a snow man...or woman," replied Anthy.

"That's wonderful, so life like," laughed Miki, but he couldn't hide that hate in his eyes. He glared at the snow figure. In his mind's eye all he could make of the snow man was an image of Kozue. Refusing to let the winter's pain eat at him further he forced a friendly smile. He looked over to Wakaba who laying in the snow moving her arms up and down.

"Ms. Wakaba, what are you doing!"

"Making snow angel,of course, Miki."

"Yeah, didn't you ever make them when you were little?"asked Utena.

Snow angels! How vile... He felt his head rush a bit as memories of a small violet haird girl laying in the snow seemed to flood him.

She sat up from the snow revealing a silhouette of an angel deep into the snow. She pointed down toward the figure.

"It's a snow angel, big brother!"

He felt as though his very heart had just froze. The winter season always resurrect memories he spent the other 3 seasons trying to forget. Fighting away the cold her rubbed his hand together and blew unto them.

Behind a snow draped tree was Kozue with a proverbial malevolent smile. She knew that Miki hated the cold. Becareful dear brother or you're heart may freeze and shatter.