Hello everyone! This piece was written for A2A Holiday Exchange on LJ. This is inspired on the Promp by dutchtreat, the lovely Sandra. I adored the prompt and I hope I did it justice. Its divided into three small chapters. I really hope you enjoy it.
Prompt:
"It is hard to come up with an original prompt, but I think I have something. It may be a bit of a challenge, but given the Winter theme and the fact that I'm a huge fan of fairy tales, my prompt is this: Write a D/E version of Hans Cristian Anderson' The Snow Queen. Damon needs to be in the role of Kai and Elena in the role of Gerda, but I leave it up to you what other parts of the story you'll use, which characters you'll include (or change, like making the troll a witch, etc.) and how mature you are gonna make the story."
A single rose. It taints the white and fluffy ground you step on. The richness and depth of its crimson tint disturbs the colorless snow it lays upon. You kneel down to take it in your hands and it feels cold, dead, blue.
Blue used to be a warm color to you. It reminded you of him. Of his luminescent smile and kind voice. Of childhood games and teenage love. Of tender lips and future plans filled with joy. Something warm runs down your cheeks and you realize you're crying. You were supposed to be strong and not cry. You were also supposed to be with him for the rest of your life. Now you find yourself following a crow that is taking you back to him. "I'm doing this for Damon" You remind yourself as you carry on walking through the snow.
Everything is so quiet and so still but you know she must be near. She's everywhere "But in his heart" Your inner hope makes an appearance as the crow comes to a stop. He turns your way and beckons you forward. You can almost make the shape of a gate but it isn't made of iron or steel. It's a mile tall and made of ever flowing snowflakes. You can't see where they begin or where they stop, but they are everywhere. You turn to look at the crow and he inclines his head. He is taking his leave. "Thank You" you whisper as he flies away.
You walk up closer to the gate and lift your hand to try to touch the snow. Your hand stops midway and it impossible for you to get closer. You knew this was going to be difficult, that you couldn't just barge in and claim him back, but how to walk through a wall of flowing snow that won't let you go by.
You close your eyes and think of him sneaking off to the roof to watch the stars and talking silliness to the moon. Of singing until he fell asleep on your lap. You yearn for the gentle feel of his hair running smooth through your fingers. Dark and enthralling as the midnight sky. The song you haven't sung since snuck its way to your throat and past your lips. It has never sounded so forlorn, so utterly lonely, so desperate. Tears flow down your cheeks as the song flows through the freezing air.
"Where the roses deck the flowery vale, there, infant Jesus thee we hail!"
The notes are coming straight from your heart and you suddenly feel warm all over. The depths of your love for Damon cover you like a blanket. You let that warmth spread. You imagine his hands, his laugh even the evil in his eyes that day you went separate ways. You let his memory devour you. You swallow your suffering and turn it into hope. You keep singing until it's as warm as a lazy summer morning in the roof top, tending to the roses, your hands linked with his.
You slowly open your eyes and you see in amazement as the wall starts melting. The snowflakes are no longer vast; the heat from your heart has opened a way for you to get through. To look for him. To bring him back to you. So you walk through. Come what may.
