The Fairy Snow Princess and her Fantastical Quest for Meaning

Leona Marr December 28, 2018
Magic, Mythology
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    In the middle of December, in the heart of the town
    Stood the Fairy Snow Princess, in a dazzling gown
    She glinted and shone in the rays of the sun
    And her hair was tied up in a white as snow bun.
    Her eyes were of blue, like the iced over lake
    Her cheeks a rose tint like a red velvet cake
    Hundreds of snowflakes clung to her skin
    And her lips tilted up in an ivory grin
    The air was silent, wind whistled through the trees
    Lamenting the memories of a hot Summer breeze
    But deep in the forest, in this December clad town
    There was no place for Summer, beneath Winters crown
    When the first snowflakes fell, and the air was a-hush
    The wood dwellers retreated to their homes in a rush
    They checked their supplies of acorns and seeds
    And curled under their tails with a hot glass of Meade
    Their lids grew heavy as they drifted to sleep
    Not rising ‘til spring reappeared with Bo Peep
    But how did this princess, you ask, come to be?
    Well here is the truth, just between you and me
    The Fairy Snow Queen (that’s the princesses mother)
    Had married Jack Frost (who was Lausk’s older brother)
    This small family dealt with the whole Winter Season
    With the help of some pixies, and nymphs in the region
    But this story is of the princess, the heir to the throne
    And how she was lost, but found her way home
    You see the princess loved frost, the ice and the snow
    Although, she’ll admit, it nipped at her toes
    But she felt something missing, in her frozen white world
    So she donned her best dress, and let her pale wings unfurl
    She took a deep breath and exhaled in a flurry
    Then set off on her quest in the greatest of hurries
    Zipping past trees, over bushes and ferns
    Getting further from home with her left and right turns
    She travelled through dark, when the snowflakes turned bitter
    But soon met the Sun who made the world glitter
    He tipped her his hat and whistled a tune
    Singing ‘good morning to all, but goodbye to the moon’
    She stopped for a while, to rest and to chatter
    Watching the Sun throw his beams in a scatter
    Then realising the time, and bidding farewell
    She set off again shouting ‘Happy Noel!’
    Now just to be honest, for she won’t mind me saying
    The Fairy Snow Princesses nerves were now fraying
    She was quite turned around, though the woods were her home
    And even asked for directions from a ground dwelling gnome
    But indeed even this help was really no help at all
    As the birches and willows move house when night falls
    She was getting quite hungry, and scared and upset
    And wanted her parents, her home and her bed
    You see you may not think it long, one day and one night
    But the distance was far for such a small sprite
    Alas! lucky for her, and just round the bend
    Came not a new stranger, nor foe, but a friend
    She was so glad to see him, in his red pointy hat
    Checking the presents, each one, in his sack
    However you know him, St Nick or just Santa
    He was also, in fact, this fairies own grandpa
    She ran up to meet him and perched on his shoulder
    Narrating her journey ‘fore he had time to scold her
    She hadn’t, you see, left a note or a letter
    And her mother, queen or not, was a well known fretter
    So she captured a snowflake, one that worked for her mother
    And sent a message ahead that she’d be home for supper
    But the story continues, for the princess you know
    Still hadn’t decided just quite where to go
    And now with a time limit, to be home by dusk
    She hugged grandpa goodbye and continued her rush
    What was she looking for? Why did she leave?
    And the forest, though lovely, is made to deceive
    That’s right, dear reader, this tale that’s been churned
    Has, at this point in time, made a sinister turn
    The birches and willows, as mentioned before
    Can be rather quite impish, according to lore
    With a shake of their leaves, and a creak of their limbs
    They all caused a ruckus, a great howling wind
    This way and that way the fairy was cast
    Flung from her world, to one just as vast
    She picked herself up, and dusted her wings
    Finding her left one gave off a slight twinge
    With one broken wing, and thoroughly grounded
    She took in the scene, and was indeed quite confounded
    The snow had all gone, the frost and the ice
    Replaced by a meadow of fair edelweiss
    Being so far from home, and during Yuletide!
    Well the Fairy Snow Princess, she sat down and cried
    All she had wanted, truly, deep down
    Was to find her own niche, and deserve Winters crown
    Her father made frost, her mother the snow
    And uncle the nip at your cheeks and your nose
    Her grandpa, as Santa, delivered the gifts
    But the princess herself still felt quite adrift
    What was her job, in the grand scheme of cold,
    Where was her place in these stories of old?
    She still had no answers, was certainly lost
    And the hope she had felt was now wholly quashed
    A crowd had now gathered to observe the newcomer
    And a hedgehog informed her she’d stepped in to Summer
    The bumblebees buzzed and the birds sang a song
    And with such a sweet sound her sadness was gone
    Belenus, they said, was whom she should seek
    Who dealt with the sun, the warmth and the heat
    She looked up at the Sun, and asked him the way
    And it didn’t take long ‘fore she found Summers Fae
    His wings were like hers, though green and not white
    And he wore a cape made of flowers that gleamed in the light
    She recounted her tale, her joy then her sorrow
    And he promised to help her be home by tomorrow
    But he had one condition, before she could go
    He needed a favour, a few drops of snow
    His kingdom, you see, had suffered a drought
    And he was having some trouble with his grass and his sprouts
    So they thought for a while, and came up with a plan
    And with a courteous bow, Belenus held out his hand
    Their plan was a waltz, a mingling of powers
    And his warmth with her ice created rain showers
    The danced and they danced until the ground had been watered
    And they soon had an audience of passing by otters
    The night flew by quick, and then came the goodbye
    (The second time, I add, that the princess did cry)
    But Winter and Summer cannot co-exist
    And they had to part ways with a tear and a kiss
    He lent her a chaffinch, to get her home fast
    And back with her family, her sadness soon passed
    Although she was late, it being past supper
    All was forgiven for her grand tales of Summer
    The Fairy Snow Princess, upbeat and content
    Had found what her role in Winter now meant
    When the Seasons rotate and the two fairies meet
    They waltz through the night, and their dance creates sleet
    It might not be pretty, or graceful or calming
    But when one really looks, it can be rather charming
    It falls from the sky and drips off of branches
    And it is, after all, the birth of two dancers

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