Frozen Stories

She clawed at the ice but it was no good, she couldn't get a grip. Her fingers hurt with cold, the flesh already turning white at the tips.Suddenly, a piece broke away, and she fell backward!Taking a deep breath, she got to her knees and once again began pulling at the solid, unmoving ice.It was no good, she couldn't do it, but she couldn't give up, not now.She looked around, searching for something to help her get a grip...

I know you are hurt. That you think you are ice. A thousand walls put up, Soldiers guarding every small cracks, Ready to defend the Enemy of memory, of what use to be, of new, possible love. I know you think you are Frozen forever, That you cannot truly love again, As before. I know you think you are monstrous, A beast, Undeserving of love From anyone and everyone. I know you think you Deserve to be hurt, To be unloved. I...

So, I watched Disney’s Frozen tonight. I loved it and now I want to read the fairy tale on which it was based. Normally, I shy away from adaptations because I think “well, write your own bloody story!” But this one was great. Singing and dancing and cute cartoon females, what could go wrong? Nothing at all. A few times I nearly cried. Of course, my emotions have been a little wonky lately. I’m not saying why, but it doesn...

If you were quiet enough, you might hear the heartbeat of each flake as it hits its sea of brethren. You could be so light of foot that you might sense the shiver of the snow itself, nestling into the crevasses and nooks of every tree and root. So cold you would be that the breath in front of your face would no longer obscure your vision, its warmth a clash of two dichotomies, the complex construction of frozen atoms, and...