Blood ice and so on

Flames

The sirens and blood curdling screams of the small girl in the house pierced the night silence.
Her family all escaped the only one to be trapped... her.
The flames climbed the walls of the house, its destination, up. And at the very top was the girl, in her white robes and with her raven black hair that gave her the image of an angel. But for it only soon to be consumed by the burning flames below.
The flames licked at the heel of the girl blackening and cracking her skin, traveling up her body burning her pristine white robes to a pile of ash. Turning her once raven black hair a ash grey and with red flames running through it. Her once clear blue eyes burned and bleed down her face that was but black tissue ,blood and burnt bone.
The family with three children now only had two. The once loving girl lay on the frowned barely a body, just ash and blood. The future no longer there for the girl, but for her only years wondering a lost soul with no hope to grow and flourish in to the beautiful women she would have been... should have been.