Its been wayyy too long since I've done any writing. I've probably lost all my readers and followers by now, haven't I?

I see no point in wasting time with a long apology, but know that I'll be updating throughout the Easter break for all my stories.

So this was what hit me today, knowing that Snowflake had disappeared from the movies after the first. :( The scene is supposed to be set after Tinkerbell's arrival (the first movie) but before the second movie.

Enjoy!

I exhaled gently, watching my condensed breath drift slowly in the frigid, Winter Woods air. I stared back at the border, looking back at the life I was leaving behind. It was just before dawn the stars and moonlight already starting to wane slightly. There was no denying that I didn't fit in with everyone else, my conscience telling me it was time to leave Pixie Hollow before everything took a turn for the worse.

Queen Clarion knew of my departure, already briefing Lord Milori of this beforehand. I will be placing more pressure on his shoulders, a burden that I couldn't accept as being Minister of Winter. Once I was a respected leader of the seasons, now, no other word best describes me that a coward.

Is this really what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life? Running away from fear?

Setting myself straight forwards, I boarded my snowy owl, rubbing at its neck feathers to coax it from its soft sleep. I had my back turned against Pixie Hollow for the last time, something was definitely going to change the last time I looked back. I knew I wasn't coming back any time soon. Maybe in a few hundred years when I'm on or nearing my deathbed, but until then, this was it.

Frost crunched behind me as I attempted to take off.

They weren't sounds made by my snowy owl.

Five fairies stood behind me, each of them wearing the same look of seriousness on their faces. Putting on my frosty exterior to greet them, I arched my eyebrows when they walked closer in a line. How I had not noticed them emerge from the line of trees was beyond me, but it was an impromptu goodbye, from both my co ministers and the Lord and Queen themselves. Sliding off the back, my feet were still where they had grazed the ground and landed.

I had wanted to leave without any fuss; I knew my emotions would probably be the best of me by now. I kept my head bowed as the Queen's light touch had landed on the top of my head, her golden dust flowing and replenishing my Pixie dust supply.

"Use the golden dust wisely. It's meant to last much longer than any regular dust" She whispered into my ear, her voice only breaking the barrier of the quiet woods.

She told no lies; my feet and wings were lighter than they ever were, feeling as if they could flutter on for a million miles. But I had to push down the urge to squeal and giggle like I had on my arrival day. I merely nodded in hopes she understood my feelings.

Queen Clarion stepped back to let Milori through. Albeit I felt bad for leaving at such short notice, the look he gave me right then soothed all my worries. His look of forgiveness was everything to me. Placing his hand onto my shoulders, he squeezed it gently before releasing. From his pocket came a whistle attached to a necklace. He held it out with two hands, lowering the chain onto my neck.

"Blow it as you return home. My owl will find you no matter what happens in order to lead you back to Pixie Hollow."

Ever so practical my Lord

I felt the whistle in my hand, turning it over to brush the frosted pattern of a snowflake on the other side. It was beautiful, my favourite out of the 7 that I had classified years prior.

I couldn't hold back a smile when Hyacinth and Sunflower flew up next, in the their hands bunches upon bunches of cut flowers.

Sunflower, with her own radiant smile, threw the flowers in the air with bright pink pixie dust to shower all around us. I gasped as the scene lit up the view of the Winter Woods, the light reflected softly off the white snow. Amidst watching the shower, a flower had drifted aimlessly to my hair. Hyacinth reached up to take hold of it, placing the singular pink flower between my ears and hair.

"We know that this isn't much," he said with utmost sympathy, "but not everyone can admire the beauty around them for what its worth. No matter what happens to you out there, we want you to understand it either way."

I breathed in deeply, knowing who was last. He stood apart from everyone else and looked the most solemn. Even after many years of being around him, nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen.

Redleaf flew up, his wings not making a sound when he landed. Holding his gaze momentarily into mine, he enveloped me into a hug. My shoulders stiffened at his touch, my first reaction was wanting to retreat, only until I relaxed and gave into it. When he retracted his bodily warmth, I felt a wetness on my cheek running from my eyes. His long finger wiped my tear away, my cheek now burning from where the skin had touched.

It was a wordless exchange between the two of us,; my voice unable to cooperate the entire time. Yet, to my surprise, he had other plans for this farewell. Placing both hands respectively to the side of my face, he leaned in slightly and placed a kiss to my forehead.

"Just before you go, know that we may never understand the turmoil you are feeling right now, but we will always be waiting here when you finally decide to return."

My heartbeat sped with every second as he spoke.

"My feelings won't waver Snowflake, not one second. Do return soon." He spoke the last sentence into my ear, making sure that I was the only one to hear that.

Knowing that waiting any longer would only delay me and set me back, my feet edged back towards my owl, Redleaf stepping away towards the others. I mounted him silently, giving everyone a last fleeting look and a wave of my hand as I set off.

I soared to the break of the dawn, racing the sun to rise. Pixie Hollow was far behind me as mountain tops ran underneath snowy white wings. Sighing and leaning back, I felt something prod my side from where my jacket pocket was. Reaching in, I found a part of ice dewdrop earrings, ones that glinted with the blue of the Winter Woods. I held them towards the morning sun, their hue changing to the red of the Autumn Forest.

The note that came with the package I had read and was now stored in a protected part of the carriage in the corner. I'll treasure that for years to come, whether or not I returned to see them.

Whether or not I returned to see him.

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Its been like months now so I do really hope I get some old readers back onto this once more.

I promise the next chapter to be Milarion. :3