Title: Cold Pleasure

Prompt: Snow

Rating: G

Word Count: 256

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy, I'm just borrowing them so they can do my bidding for a while.

A/N: I'm not really sure if any of this makes sense…

Summary: Snow reminds Sam of Brooke.


Snow, Sam reflects, reminds her of Brooke.

Pale and beautiful, glistening in a newly woken sun's rays. As she is now while Sam watches her peacefully sleeping form.

Soft, usually a joy to look upon, it can be an indescribable pleasure to be in either's presence.

Yet both are cold and will sting if there is prolonged contact. Much as one might like to stay.

Like first love, first snowfall, there is a wondrous innocence. A thought that things may never be this incredible or this breathtaking again, yet that it will, and you know this for sure, last forever. But there is an unseen danger buried beneath her form. And she is deceptively inviting.

Wrapping you in smiles and giggles until you're intoxicated by it, then there is detachment. Your new shrieks of pleasure have faded into the hills and when all that is left is more of the same, the cold hard avalanche will come. You're still asked to shriek, but nothing is as it was before. You're buried, unable to escape.

Snow falls, sweeping in from the sky, oblivious to the things it settles on. Freezing them, hard as ice. Left without warmth to wait for the day the sun will shine and things will be okay again.

Sam shivers, wrapped only in a sheet, and glances away from the frosted window towards the slumbering Snow White.

Yes, snow reminds Sam of Brooke. Because any moment Brooke will wake and like the snow, like every morning before this one, she will be disturbed.