Graphite pencils, ink pen, some red & white ink, 30 x 21 cm, 2012.
She was white as snow and cold as ice. She hadn’t always been like this; not at all. Many years ago, she was like any kind of young girl. She had a warm loving heart and she loved to stroll around in the forest, just because it was so beautiful.
Only in the forest she felt safe and free. Down in her village, no one hardly ever noticed her at all and she didn’t even try to draw attention to herself. Instead, the forest was the place where she felt she belonged.
She did not much care for what went on in the village. However, there was one person whom she admired, from a distance. She did not dare show sign of her affection; not knowing how. She could only dream of how things with be if he would become hers; against her certainty it would never come to be.
Years passed, until her relentless dream became a nightmare. On that day, she saw his hand attached to someone else’s; their lips touching. In that instant, she felt as if the entire sky crashed right down on her. Gasping for breath, she froze at the spot; her heart breaking.
Why could she not have shown him how she felt, or at least tried to? Never would she be able to love someone again; never!
A wrathful storm of regret and grief grew inside of her. If she would not get to experience true love, then no one else would.
With an ice-cold gaze, she went forward to him. Who only a few seconds ago was the love of her life. The most perfect person in her eyes.
Without a sound, she took his hand in hers, and saw how he slowly froze to ice. From his warm loving heart, the blood was freezing; spreading out in every vessel. Soon, the cold reached his other hand, seeping into the one he was holding on to.
Then, as cold and silently as she had appeared, she let go of the frozen body and walked away.
She returned to the forest, where she felt safe. She passed a rose bush with striking red petals and went right up to them. As she stared at the passionate red color, she reached out her hand and touched one of the vibrant roses. With her touch, they all turned white with frost. Since that day she lives in the forest, if one could call her living anymore. She strolls around like a lost soul, freezing everything of love and happiness to ice.
The end.Buy now