He came to me in a dream once. I was a little girl back then, before I hit my sister. He came when I was still a small child, still beginning to grow and understand the world around me. Back when my mom's stomach was still big with my sister.

I remember that dream as if I dreamt last night. He had piercing blue eyes, and his skin was white as snow. I remember being out in a field of golden flowers, flowers that bloomed only when the sun rose and closed up when the moon came.

I remember hearing a wolf's howl from across the field, the flowers suddenly icing over with such power that I was thrown back by the sheer force of energy. Everything turned to dust and snow, and soon I found myself dancing in the flurries of white.

Everything about that snow made me want to dance, dance around in circles and not have a care in the world. I wanted to dance and play in that snow… I wanted to make snowmen and I wanted to show the world how beautiful I felt both inside and out.

I wanted everything perfect.

I remember kneeling down in the snow and gazing upwards towards the sky, which was bright with the power of a billion burning stars. Softly the wind blew and more snow flurries danced around me, making me feel like I could do anything in the world.

That is when I had my first glimpse of my true potential.

I moved the snow; I froze everything over into beautiful crystals that glimmered in the night sky. My power surged through the ground; my hands wove crystals out of little snowflakes. My feet touched the ground and turned soft snow into crystal glass that spread all over. Everywhere I turned I could see that my power was consuming the land, making my crystals brilliant colors only auroras could compare.

Then I felt a snowflake.

A single snowflake drifted onto my nose and I remember falling backwards at the mere sight of the thing. The flake was so sudden, as I had thought that I covered everything in my icy glory.

But I had forgotten to look upwards.

My eyes gazed up and no sooner did I do that that I felt a snowball being chucked at me, forcing me onto my bottom. There was no snow around to play with, no snow beneath my ice. I was confused and befuddled, but I kept searching. Where did this snow come from?

I remember the first thing he said to me.

"Having fun?"

My breath came out in a wisp of smoke and as I continued to look around for the source of the voice I remember feeling a chill run up my spine.

The only chill I would ever feel in my icy cold world.

My breaths were heaving now, because I had never felt cold before. My powers didn't allow me to ever feel cold. I didn't ever remember feeling cold.

But he made me feel cold.

Not the cold that made you want to seek out the warmth in a fire or snuggle in a blanket, but the cold that turned your body into a flurry of sensation and made you believe that fresh flowers bloomed in the soft snow on a spring afternoon.

He made me feel that cold.

His feet touched the ground softly and I remember gasping at his very being. He was tall and thin, but still built enough to withstand the forces of nature that were swirling around him. His hair was snowy white, and he smiled at me, holding out his hand.

"Want to have some fun?"

The last thing I remember is reaching out for his outstretched hand, his smile captivating me and making me want to trust him completely.

I was still a young girl back then.

But now that I'm older I realized one thing.

He and I were the same.