absolute zero
the cold affects us, in more ways than one
cailleach bhearra; the hag
The fairy stirs, and awakens into the embrace of her element.
Snow, snow!, she mutters to herself, rejoicing in the coming of her element. She would gain power soon, with the coming of the Solstice. Perhaps, then, the others wouldn't mock her for long... Even then, would they not? Such habits were hard to break, were they not? But was a hag really what they would call a Queen of Winter?
She brushes the thought away, and engrosses herself in the simple act of enjoying winter.
hraesvelgr; fatigued wings
Powder blankets the earth around her, and the eagle settles within. The cold had done her no good, she knew. Everything felt slower, more tiresome, and just cold.
She wants to sleep, yes - slumber beckons and tempts, and death by cold calls. And the giant residing within nearly succumbs to temptation, crooning tiredly, movements sluggish as her feathers cool into the arms of frozen dreams.
yura; memories
Light reflects off the icicles that form on the buildings within which they reside, dancing on the worn walls of the buildings upon which they are formed. As do the lost memories of their past lives waltz into the abyss, remembered, but left to be forgotten.
She shivers, clawing at the glass that keeps her and winter apart, as does it keep her and that other person separate. She can't remember what it is that floats down so prettily, but she remembers, somehow, that she once laughed upon the streets with another being, that some lost emotion had once welled up within her. The faint memory seems to have a overpowering effect on her, and her face dampens with the tears that slide down her cheeks and chill her even more.
She decides, recoiling from the icy touch of the winds that draft through the city, that winter and its memories, perhaps, were things she could do without remembering.
sakura-hime; patience
Winter, a prison of frost - oh, how she longed to escape it, into the caress of the Sun and melodies of the birds. Spring would come soon, she promised herself. Soon would come the day the devilish frost would cower before the heat of the Sun's holy rays.
Soon, she reassured herself, soon… All that remained was to be patient and bear the cold.
amaterasu; nostalgic melancholy
Another year passes, and she finds the company of the icicles that form within her cave lacking. Loneliness, solitude - was that what she had not felt back then, within her sisters' company?
Perhaps spring would bring with it a new sense of melancholy, but for now, she could let the world rest within the darkness.
dryad; spring's bearer
With the waning of winter, spring would sweep in, and so would she. Finally she would awaken from her dreamless sleep, and indulge in the illusions of paradise, never a match for the the bland monochrome of darkness and snow of winter's cruel machinations.
A/N: So can I claim the honour of writing the first DMT vignette collection? And, don't question my title choice - I had no idea what I was doing.