The Ice Princess (Part 2)
by, 06-05-2012 at 05:44 AM (227 Views)
As her eyes wandered over the room, they stopped suddenly on an elegantly silver-framed photograph. She instantly recognized the woman, although she wore a giant smile and her soft chocolate-colored hair flowed over her shoulders. Around her neck, she wore a strikingly beautiful shiny silver collar. And her eyes… they were the most lovely shade of blue she had ever seen before. Her blue eyes twinkled with playfulness and shined with pure happiness. Next to the woman was a very handsome young man with thick dark ebony hair. His eyes were brown and piercing, and He wore a grin that would brighten up even the grumpiest of souls and make their day wonderful. His strong arm wrapped around her, as they sat out on the porch of a beautiful house. Looking at this picture, the copper-haired little girl quickly realized this was the same house, but newer, undamaged, and well cared for. Bluebonnets, the same color of the woman’s eyes, were scattered throughout the grass around the porch.
Suddenly, a movement caught the girl’s attention. Her green eyes darted over to the left as she saw an old man limping into the room. He had a full head of white hair: the color matched the ice-cold white snow, which had begun to numb the little girl’s feet and lower legs. His face was unshaven and hard looking. Watching Him closely, she could see the deep wrinkles that carved into His face. His mouth was in a permanent frown, but she could tell they were the same full lips as the handsome man in the photo.
He slowly began to sit down. He paused midway through and His face took on a pained look as He sat the rest of the way down. He began to rock back and forth in his chair. The little girl saw His eyes: brown, but no longer deep or piercing, and they appeared to have dulled some. He just stared forward and rocked back and forth in the old rocking chair. The little girl could see and feel how sad He was. After a moment or two, His old boney hand reached over to the side table and picked up a smaller framed photograph. He sat there and gazed at the photo for a long time. New snow had begun to fall from above, covering the ground again. The girl was beginning to feel frozen and almost turned to leave when she saw the tears begin to fall from His saddened brown eyes. He began to sob from pure agony, His strong shoulders moving with each sob. He pulled the photo towards His chest. He held it there tightly, practically hugging the frame. She squinted and saw a picture of the ice princess from the old town center lying upon the old man’s chest, tightly guarded by His grip. Like the other photograph, she looked alive, warm, and happy. Her silver collar gleamed brightly around her neck.
The little girl turned herself around and faced the town center. She stared at the frozen woman and thought about what she had just witnessed. Warm tears ran down her cheeks, quickly becoming cold from the December wind. She quickly wiped them away before they could become frozen upon her cheeks. Suddenly, she thought maybe that is what caused the woman to freeze. Maybe she had cried hard and long, waiting there in the town center. Maybe her abundant tears caused her whole body to freeze. Maybe something or someone bigger than all of us felt her sadness, felt her feelings of pain, felt her need to be with Him – and had begun to cry too. Begun to cry upon her, and all the tears caused her to become frozen.
Hearing her mother call her name, she shook her head and thought how silly her theories sounded. She stood up, stumbled a little with her numb legs not wanting to obey her. She slowly walked back, watching and listening to her boots crunch through the newly fallen snow. She felt a heavy ache in her chest. The little girl felt this heavy ache grow stronger the closer she came to the beautiful frozen woman. Slowly, she looked up and found herself right in front of the ice princess. She reached over and brushed off the snowflakes and peer into her eyes. She felt how much she had loved Him, wanted Him, and needed Him.
She reached into her bulky jacket and found the inner pocket: a place where she often stored her special things. She pulled out a crumpled crown that she had made in art class. The crown was a circle of fake pink and blue flowers.. Fake baby’s breath was scattered throughout the larger flowers and leaves dangled here and there around the crown. Pink, blue and white ribbons cascaded down in the back. She straightened out the flowers, leaves, and ribbons the very best she could. Again, she stretched up, stood on her tiptoes as high as she could, and placed the crown on the ice princess’ head.
Taking a step back, she looked up at her and a small smile appeared on the little girl’s face. She thought it made her look a bit happier and added to her beauty. Suddenly, her eyes met the woman’s eyes. She let out a small gasp when she saw that her eyes were now a dark blue: the same dark blue as the bluebonnets that grew during the warm weather, the same dark blue as the bluebonnets that grew around the porch in the large photograph, the same dark blue of the flowers on the crown upon her head. A big smile stretched across the little girl’s face as she felt some of the frozen woman’s sadness begin to melt away. Again, her mother called, and the little girl ran towards her mother, her thick copper red curls bouncing all the way.