Frost Over

Arian, an seventeen-year-old art student, has found himself with a new subject to draw. A girl, who's often seen in his little drawings, with silvery hair, skin light as the snow. She's made up, surely. Made up of random ideas that came together as this figure in his mind, a beautiful behold. And he believes that she's just an imagination, but after his last drawing showed an awful scene, atleast to him, he starts seeing her. Odd, even crazy, right? But he'd swear he'd see her waiting at the when it's open and as a soft breeze slips into the room. But no one is ever there when the door is closed, no one ever sees her. He can't help but think... Maybe she's real. And maybe, just maybe, she needs help.