Purchased on my window seat, I gleam at the beautiful white landscape. Draped in blankets and quilts, in the finest of wools and yarns, sat on dozens of the puffiest and silkiest of cushions, I sit by myself on the fine winters day. For once, during the past few months, I get to relax and indulge in being myself, without having to hold a posture. My legs are sprawled across the window seat, hidden under the many blankets I had disappeared in. Cupped in my hands is the finest of treasures, filled with sentimental value that can not, and will not, be replaced. A snow globe. Tilting to the left, then slightly to the right, with a little excitement, the whole of the snow globe is flurried. As the world of the snow globes slows down, I watch as each fleck of glitter shimmers and flow; slowly landing on the figures inside. One may wonder, why would a Queen be so fascinated by such a trivial object? An object that can be can found in almost any shop? An object that is just decorative? An object made mostly of common glass and metal? Well, this was not any regular snowglobe.
I slightly shake it, once again, letting the sparkling glitter of snow slowly flow on the snow globe people, bubbled in a memory. Inside the snowglobe, it's like time has stopped, a moment in time forever frozen.
There is a man and a women in the globe, her hands laced around his arms, his firmly weaved around her hips. The two figures inside hold on to each other, as if they never want to let go. Faced towards each other, their faces are lit. One with a smile so wide that his thin pale silver lips almost reaches his eyes, a massive grin that is infectious to all who look into the globe. Just looking at it made me smile.
The other has a soft smile with plum, plumb lips, shimmering with a dust of blue. Both figures, stare longingly at one another. It seemed it would take a great force for the pair to stop. Their eyes are filled with love and affection. Obvious to everyone but them, they are dearly in love with each other.
With my purple plumb lips, I smile at the memory.
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Once upon a December a jelsa fanfiction.
Fanfiction*this is a jelsa story* * multi crossover* Elsa sits at her window, recalling the memory's of her and Jack Frost. Once upon a December.... --------------------------------- Winter is coming and Elsa realises only she is the one whom enjoys it. To...
