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Lonely… and as she was following the trail of blood in the snow, it let her further and further into a forest, that seemed to be beckoning her. The winter land stretched out like some painting by John Bauer where the mist of morning lay thick among the trees creating a vibe so magical if felt as if she had stepped right into a saga. Determined as she was to find her furry companion she kept walking without fear, ironically without whom she wouldn’t normally have dared to walk this deep into an unknown forest, but the great whiteness came across as pure as innocent, not a bit frightening or threatening – she was seduced. Every now and then soft whiffs of wind blew and from branches, powder – snow gently was falling, amongst the treetops thousand s of ice cycles played their tinsel tingling music. Through the untouched snow, it seemed that no living thing had set its foot on this place for thousand years, a place this beautiful couldn’t possibly possess anything evil…………it’s funny what a little snow can do.
She must have walked for hours when she finally came to s mountainside at the end of the enchanted forest. The traces now led into a crevice and through a narrow pathway, all the time she was thinking of her furry four-legged friend and it wasn’t until she totally engulfed by the white light that she became aware of the striking similarities with what many claim happens when we die, when our disembodied spirits enters the land of the dead. As the mist scattered from her snow blind eyes she saw that in a glade she was standing staring out over a beautifully snow-clad valley down below. The silence was deafening, the greenish mass of ice-cycles reached all the way up and looked as if they were attached to the sky itself, raindrops were hanging like crystals in the air as if time stopped and them froze while they were falling, it was like seeing the world through frosted glass and she imagine this was what he had in mind when he invented the expression “when Hell is freezing over”. At first she thought the blood would freeze in her veins but after awhile she adapted so well the chilling bit began to feel like it was burning, by and by she removed her clothes as she went along. Just a stone’s toss inside the entrance his foot-prints suddenly disappeared, as if he had been given wings.
She looked up and saw she was standing in front of a gate so gigantic it dwarfed the two mighty statues of ice standing on each side. In the sort of dream – like state she was she didn’t stop to marvel at what it was she just passed by between the two frost bitten guards and into the garden. Freely and without fear she wandered amongst an abundance of icy sculptures so carefully carved they looked human, there was a grotesque sculpture of a man standing on his knee with both his arms raised overhead, you could tell by looking at his tormented face that he was screaming his lungs out. Behind him stood a mother and her two children, whom she sheltered with her bare body. She let her fingers run over the sad face of an old man, every wrinkle was perfect and so were the tears. The whole bizarre scenery reminded her of an oft-told tale when she was a child where an entire village was turned into stone, could this be, it was the different but yet the same. She literally froze in front of a naked young woman who seemed to be smiling; fascinated she sat in her own thoughts and didn’t notice the roar that quickly grew in the distance. When she turned around it was like the nightfall had already fallen, she began running as fast as her legs could bare her but it was too late the approaching blizzard was already over her and she got sucked into the whirl, the snow covered every inch of her body, she tried to scream but the whiling avalanche came down through my mouth and nostrils and filled my lungs. She knew now what had really happened here and that she would soon become an ice-sculpture herself. When she stopped fighting it and gave in a wonderland warmth washed over her and the closest thing she can think of when describing it, is an orgasm…she died with a smile on her lips.
Irritated
