Skin made of frost Hair made of snow Thought to be lost But only she knows
Dashes around Quick as her fox Never is bound But destiny knocks
The cold gives life It pumps her heart Never caused strife Love tore her apart
It took her down Though she was warned She falls and drowns When a child is born
And as she melts Without the cold She knew she felt What she had been told
Inspired by Eowyn Ivey's novel The Snow Child. What a beautiful story! **SPOILER ALERT** It's a classic Russian fairytale about an old couple without children and they build a snow child that comes to life, but this is taken to a whole knew level. In the novel it depicts a variation of the story where it ends with her falling in love and melting, but instead of her dying automatically, it's after she's given birth to a child and domesticated too long. It has a bitter sweet ending, but it is truly a beautiful story. It is definitely one of the best books I've ever read.