The
grey clouds rested upon the mountains surrounding the valley of ice keeping in
all the warm air. Corrion looked out to
watch the slowly drifting snow fall gracefully to the ground. The weather difference here amazed her. In the flatlands of her youth, the wind
usually whipped the snow into a frenzy keeping them cooped up in the house and
barn with a rope running between the two buildings. Stories of old told of people getting lost in
the blizzards. She longed to go run and
play in the snow. Instead, she worked on
her studies. Maybe tomorrow the princess
would let them out of their comfortable prison.
Sarah
reached across the table and patted Corrion’s hand. “I see you would rather be outside. I wouldn’t mind a bit of fresh air myself.”
A smile
spread over Corrion’s face as a thought popped into her head.
“Would you be a dear and go get the
book in our room?” Corrion asked burying her nose back in the book she held
trying to look engrossed in the topic.
The other girl looked at her with a
bit of mistrust. She slowly stood and
walked across the room. As soon as she
went through the door, Corrion sprinted across the room throwing open the
windows that kept distracting her from her work. On the outside sill, she scooped up a handful
of snow forming into a ball. Pulling her
arm back, she threw will all her might as Sarah came back out of the room. The object hit her in the chest exploding
snow flew in her face and against the bedroom door. She let out a scream of freight.
Within moments the door behind
Corrion flew open with Gudrun flying out.
Corrion grinned and grabbed more snow.
She flung snow at her mentor laughing at the look of shock on the older
woman’s face.
“What are you doing Corrion?” Gudrun wiped a clump of snow off of her chin
trying to hide the grin behind her hand.
“Getting fresh air,” she fell on
the couch laughing uncontrollable.
Both victims of snow nonchalantly
went to the window gathering the rest of the snow from the window. Together they dumped the icy crystals on top
of Corrion. They joined in her merriment. The princess may not let them out anytime
soon, but they would overcome the obstacle of being held at the monarch’s whim.
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