Cold, stoic Ice Queen.
Her companions Frost and Snow
One wave, the world sleeps.
Winter officially arrived last week as 40 centimetres of snow blanketed my city. Traffic was at a standstill, and pedestrians picked their way along frozen sidewalks and summitted snowy hills.
There is a beauty in winter. A harsh, cold, and unforgiving beauty, but a beauty none the less. When snow blankets our world we turn inwards, shutting our doors against the ice queen and her two companions.
Perhaps that is why they are so bitter: Always looking in, but never invited to cross the threshold.