Winter’s Temptress

As he trudges through the deep snow, fatigue follows with each step, he edges ever closer to the elusive figure in the distance.

The icy wind blowing through her long, dark hair, revealing the most awe inspiring of feminine manes, her body in the shape of an hourglass as she adorns the most lovely dress, her movement so elegant it were as if she had performed ballet all her life. He had to meet her.

He’s within shouting distance as he notices a massive snowstorm approaching her from behind, he must get to her and find shelter before they both freeze to death.

He calls out, “Hello!? Are you ok?”. No answer.

“She must not hear me over the storm?”, he thought.

He moves forward, and as he gets closer he notices more of her face. He’s never seen a woman so astonishing, but he asks himself, “Why are her expressions so empty and cold? She must be freezing or something.”

Just as these thoughts come to mind, it seems as though the elusive figure begins to crack a smile, almost as if in response to his thoughts. No longer does her face echo a message of sombre hopelessness, no, she now has a look of primal joy. Thoughts of concern begin to run around his head, “Who is this crazy woman? She’s inches from a frigid death yet she smiles?!”. He yells out, “Look behind you! Now that’s a storm like I’ve never seen! Let me help you find somewhere to stay tonight.”, No answer, not even a resemblance of response, just a cold, blank, stare, with an increasingly uncomfortable smile. Her deep blue eyes, just staring, right into the depths of his soul.

She begins to beckon him forward, his senses tell him to leave now and never come back, Immediate red flags begin to pop up, but her beauty profounds him so much it almost seems to completely override his rationality, to completely diminish his sanity. When would he ever find a woman this enchanting again?

With each step the storm draws near and feels all the more powerful, slowly encompassing the entire landscape around them, with each step, the noise that surrounds him begins to muffle, his vision begins to blur. The only thing he can clearly see, is the elusive figure. Her deep... blue... eyes...

The storm feels like it’s seconds away before he finally reaches her, the figure’s beauty emanating even brighter with the fog of winter no longer between him and her. She brings her hand to his cheek, slowly moving across his jawline and face. She then brings him in for a kiss, and he closes his eyes.

Everything becomes dark,