She is the Snow Queen. Twirling on the white driveway in her little-girl yellow dress and black winter coat, she becomes alive.
"Genevieve," her mother calls. "Come get in the car. We have to get to church quickly!"
The little girl runs, but there is ice underneath the snow. The Snow Queen has fallen.
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The doctor sees the body shiver and the hands fly up to the subjects face, seemingly brushing something off.
"New report on Daughter E33554130C" the pale doctor yells out. Someone flips on the monitor, and the girls images flood onto the screen.
"Snow. She was brushing off snow" the doctor yells again. The monitor turns off. The doctor sits down.
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The Snow Queen must sit still. The pastor is still rambling about the birth of Christ. Her foot begins to tap.
"Genevieve, quit it" her mother whispers vigorously. The Snow Queen won't quit for anyone. She shakes her head.
"Genevieve Marie Reed!" her mother says, quite a bit louder this time. No stopping.
Genevieve's hand is grabbed harshly. Her mothers face is red as the pastors robes- a bright tomato-like color. Genevieve is ripped off and out of the pew, dragged out of the church, and thrown into the snow by her mother. The Snow Queen cries.
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Tears run down the subjects face.
"Monitor on for Daughter E33554130C" the doctor cries. Screen on. The young blonde girl was laying in the snow being yelled at by her mother.
The doctor grips the subjects hand. Tears still run down the patients face.
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The Snow Queen
Science FictionThis is a piece of work that I'm just trying to write, but I thought that getting some critique on here would help, so here it is. SYNOPSIS: Imagine a world where you're in a coma your entire life. The government only allows 1 in every 100 babies to...
