But the girl. She lived here. And every winter. She was on the lake.
She sat at her window…
“I’ve been watching you Frost. For someone who moves as much as you…you have been very still. What has your attention? Surely not these ruins?.” She came walking on top of the snow… Her robes shining silver.
“The girl has something in her. A fire. The same thing you saw in me…when you found me.But it is dying there is nothing here to feed it.”
“I found you,over 300 years ago…I’m surprised you remember.”
“I remember everything. I am forever in debt to you and your kindness. You know,there is no one else but you.”
She smiled. Letting her hair down. Golden.Like the sun. But cold…
“Winter has come. And with fury. ”
The wind shifted. Settling against the earth…as snow began to drive down against the small village.
Jack touched the window. Frost began to etch across the panes of glass…a ballerina …a circus tent ….an elephant trumpeting.
“You are winter,but to me you will always be Luna.The Lady in the snow. You are more beautiful than ever.”
“Before you I was just cold. And dark.Am mistaken or have you FINALLY turned in your mischievous ways? Lately the word is …that winter is a wonderland.You’ve given me beauty.”
“It was nothing that was not already yours,Luna.”
“Do you still have the visions? Frost.”
She touched his face. A finger across a scar.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you….”
He saw the ice….rushing water….his chest freezing….fist against the ice…he was stuck….no getting out…no getting out.
“I only remember. Your beauty and your kiss, they saved me. And gave me immortality. I’m sorry I’ve been away.”
He looked at the window.The girl was awake ….and drawing the pictures on her window.
“I just want to leave something for them to look for.”
“And we do.Look. It’s almost Christmas. Let’s go together.We have many windows.”