Prompt: Little Elsa makes snowpeople a lot and pretends they're her friends. She builds one every day and wishes that one could come to life. Then one does.
Spring and fall are okay, but summer and winter are the best. I wish spring and fall could just let summer and winter happen all year-round. Everything is wet in the spring time. And I always get sick in the fall. But in summer and winter, I have the most fun.
In summer, I can blow dandelions and watch the honey bees. I like laying in the sun, and going on picnics, and I like going to the beach with Mama and Papa.
In winter, Mama let's me drink hot cocoa every day. Papa reads to me by the fire. And I can make all the friends I want. They're all made of snow but… they still count.
Mama and Papa help me make some. But after the third one, they usually go inside. I stay out, and make more snowmen. But they're not always snowmen. Sometimes they're snowanimals and snowhouses.
I make so many, it's a wonder one of them hasn't come to life yet. Maybe the next one will? No. Maybe the next one. No…
The sun would be going down soon. So I have to make this next one the best.
She looks different from my other ones. But I've made her lots of times before. Every day. Just never this good. I say this one's a girl because she's pretty. She's more to look at than just a round head and sticks. Her eyes are big like mine, but shaped different. And she has a little nose and a big smile. Only hers isn't crooked like my smile is. Her hair is white right now, but if I could pick a color, it would be almost-red, but lighter. Like Papa's hair, only beautiful.
A lot of time was spent touching her face. I'm really happy with her this time. She was my best friend yet. I don't think I could make one better than her. I named all my snow friends. Usually they were something silly, like Olaf, or Marshmallow. But this one was special. I decide to name her my favorite name. Anna.
I start thinking about what she'd act like. She'd always be happy and always like to play with me. She'll love summer and winter the same like I do. She loves chocolate too. She loves animals. She loves swinging. She loves me. I love her.
I wish Anna was real. Then she wouldn't melt by tomorrow afternoon. Instead, we would have a lot of fun. We'd pretend swordfight, and she'd help me play tricks on Nanny. If she gets mad at something, I'd make her laugh instead. If she gets hurt, I'd kiss it better. And if she was ever sad about something, I'd give her hugs. And then when we're older, we'll travel around the world. We would be together forever.
Could you please come to life, Anna? I don't want you to melt.
I give her a little kiss and I wrap my arms around her. I don't know why I'm upset. I've made her and remade her lots of times. But I really didn't want her to disappear this time.
After a long moment, Anna stops being cold. It's confusing. I was no longer feeling freezing snow, but I feel plump little arms and cloth in my hands, and soft hair tickling my cheek. I look up, and there she is. She's not frozen anymore. She's real. She's alive, she's moving and breathing, and she's smiling at me.
"Anna?" My grip tightened on her little dress. I can't believe it, but it's really her. I can actually feel her and see her. She's alive and this isn't a dream. I give her a hug, burying my nose into her neck. She hugs me back.
"E...Elsa." And she's talking! Her voice wasn't very strong, but it's there, like the meows of a little kitty.
When I step back to look at her, she looks confused, but calm. Happy. The longer I look at her, the brighter the shine in her eyes gets, the bigger her smile grows. She's really real. My wish came true!
Even tho she was only in the nightgown I made her with, the snow didn't seem to bother her. I kept touching her face, to make sure she was like me and not made of snow. I cupped my hands over her puffy red cheeks, and she put her hands over mine. I poked her nose and she giggled. I smoothed out her hair and she leaned into my hand. I touched her lips and she smooched the tips of my fingers. She even had perfect baby teeth.
She was real alright. And that meant she wouldn't melt. Which meant I could take her inside to meet Mama and Papa. They'll be so happy I made a friend.