As Jonas continued to walk, sinking his feet into the inches of fallen snow, he noticed how the landscape itself, with its emptiness, its lack of color, with its true form covered and its cold touch showing no mercy, seemed to depict the previous vacant life that he had left behind.
As winter continues, Haskell examines the newly fallen snow during the early moments of sunrise. While most people find beauty in the large blanket of snow that
Ben led them to the meadow by his house. The meadow was coated with snow that glistened in the sun, reflecting the light back into their eyes. The snow was still fresh, no footprints or other marks to ruin it. That is, until Celia ran out into the meadow and began to spin around, leaving her trail in the snow.
A thin layer of ice crackled and chipped away as the doorway was made for Marcus to pass through. The snow on the ground had not melted. Instead, it seemed to have become more plentiful. The crunch of fresh snow hit her ears and she was sure he was in the tent now. Placing the incense burner back on the table she turned to the king.
“So what do we do? Simply waltz in there and hope they will see us?” He didn’t wish to doubt his father, but everything was riding on this.
“Yeah,” she nodded, looking up at the clouds. They shifted their place at her gaze, “I can't wait either. This snow is killing me. I mean, in the middle of March? Come on nature!” Lacy laughed at herself, but Jalen didn't notice
“Heinrich you make me proud to call you my son and now you are going to make me more proud of you. After you serve your nation.” His father says in a loud bold voice.
It was snowing the day it happened. Icy flakes drifted down from the sky in a flurry of madness, and the air was freezing. This is how it always was, and how it always would be, ever since the spirits had terrorized the streets of the village. Everyone’s windows were boarded, and no one dared step outside for fear of being taken.
Still bitter, cold wind. Still drivers who blew their horns while barely managing not to slip on the damp roads. Still overcast, gray skies. Winter was horrid. And yet, it was simple and geometrical. It made perfect sense in all of its elements, just how Annalize liked the world to be.
No snow was a rare thing, indeed. They had to take advantage of it while they could.
Even though it isn’t uncommon for it to snow here, it sure is snowing a lot, Kaitlyn thought. All of a sudden the snow started to pick up and snow fell heavily. Now she couldn’t see more than three feet in front of her.
They walked away from Axel and into the depths of darkness where they landed on the balcony of Beast's castle. The world was covered in a blanket of snow and surrounded by howling, bitter winds.
“Nah, by then the thing will be cozy in its lair and the snow will have covered the trail. Come on, don’t be wimp.”
Finally, the time came to strike. Everyone rushed out onto the battlefield, seemingly forgetting all notions of their previous planning. Snow flew in all directions,