Once, there was little girl. Her name, Sarah. This little girl, about ten years of age, loved Winter. She dreamed about Winter, in the Spring, Summer and Fall. She dreamed about the snowmen, snow ball fights but most of all she dreamed about Snow Angels. Her and her Papa would go out every time it snowed and they'd play together, and with the neighborhood children. They'd build the best snowman, and have the most fun and exciting snowball fights, and they'd make the most beautiful snow angels. Her Papa would always look at her and tell her that she was the perfect little Ice Princess, just like her mother was. Sarah's mother died giving birth to her, but her Papa always told her the stories of how they met, and their life together, and how much he loved her. Sarah's favourite story of her mother was about how she and her Papa met. "Well you see, my little one" her papa would say, "I was waking down the street, snow falling heavy as ever, I wasn't looking where I was going, my face stuck in a book as always" he chuckled a little at this part "I ran into her and fell to the floor, she helped me up and when I had dusted myself off I saw her, I had said to myself, and out loud, that she looked just like a Snow Queen. For you see, Sarah, your Mama was a beautiful woman." Sarah loved this story, and when she made the snow angels her papa would tell her that it was just like her Mama, it was this that made Snow Angels Sarah's favourite.
One Winter, around the time of Christmas, snow heavy on the ground little Sarah was diagnosed with Pneumonia, the doctor had said that she was getting worse, and the future looked grim for Sarah. Hearing this her Papa began to despair, and he began to pray to his wife every night. "Claire, my beautiful Ice Princess, our daughter is stricken sick with pneumonia. I beg of you, help us, help me. I don't know what to do, the doctor says there is little sign of her getting better." he finished his prayer with tears silently streaming down his face.
Christmas Eve came around and the doctor came to check up on Sarah, after the check up he took her papa aside and with a heavy face and heart told him "I don't think she'll make it through the night, she hasn't recovered in the slightest, and has even gotten worse. Stay with her tonight, tell her your stories." He didn't say another word and slowly walked out the door. Sadness filled her Papa's heart as he went upstairs to sit with her. Sarah looked at him and with a weak voice said "Papa... Tell me the stories of you and Mama" The father gave a half hearted smile and told her all the stories he could think of, he told them to her until she fell asleep, eventually he fell asleep in the chair next to her.
That night Sarah dreamed a new dream, It was winter, and she was in a Garden of white roses, at the end of a pathway stood a woman. The most beautiful woman that Sarah had ever seen. She was adorned in a white dress, befitting a Queen. She shyly walked up to the woman and asked "W-who are you? Are you an Angel?" The woman smiled a bright, warm smile and with the voice of angel said "My dear little girl, I am your mother, Claire." Sarah's eyes widened, she was so excited and had so many questions. Her Mama was even more beautiful than she thought. Sarah looked at her and then opened her arms as wide as she could then she hugged her Mama harder than she had ever hugged anyone before. Her mother hugged her in return and then looked her in the eye and said "Sarah, my darling. I understand that you are sick, your Papa has prayed to me every night" at this Sarah's face flashed sadness, and with a shaky voice she replied "Yes, Mama, I have Knew-moe-knee-yeah, and the doctor says I might not make it.... wait, is that why i'm here am i dead?" Sarah's eyes started to fill with tears, she felt like her was plummeting toward the ground. But, her mama knelt down and looked her square in the eyes and said "My darling daughter, I am no longer the Ice Princess, I am the Snow Queen and YOU are the Ice Princess, and with my powers, I can make you better. In the morning, you shall be fully healed and able to go out and play and make snow angels, with your papa" Sarah looked at her mama with hope filled eyes, with excitement in her voice she said "Really? I hope so because I love to hear the stories Papa tells me of you and him, and I love making snow angels, they remind me of you" Claire gave a heart filled laugh and with a smile across her face she said "Yes, my darling. You will be fine, and you will able to hear your papa's stories of us, for many years to come, now rest my little Ice Princess." Sarah laid her head on her mother's lap and fell asleep.
When Sarah awoke, Christmas morning, the sun was shining and more snow was falling on the ground. She looked over to see her Papa, who was sleeping on the chair next to her bed, dried streams of tears obvious on his face. She went over and hugged him and with glee in her heart and voice exclaimed "Papa! Papa! Wake up! I"m all better" Hearing his daughter's voice her papa awoke with a start and couldn't believe his eyes, his heart lept and he hugged Sarah tightly. "Papa, Mama healed me, I saw her in my dream and she said I'd be better in the morning! I'm healed Papa!" Her papa looked to the sky and with tears of joy streaming down his face he quietly said a prayer to his wife thanking her for making their daughter better. Just then there was a knock at the door, Sarah ran down to answer it. The doctor had arrived with a sad look on his face, which changed to one of utter shock when he saw Sarah. Her Papa came running down the stairs exclaiming "Doctor, she's better, she's all better" Bewildered the doctor said "By jove, it's a Christmas miracle" Sarah looked at him and said "No, sir. It was my Mama. She made me all better, she's the Snow Queen and she said I'll live for a long time and be able to hear Papa's stories, and make Snow angels. The one's that remind me of her." The doctor just smiled and said "Well then, let's go say thank you to your mother by making snow angels!"
Sarah grabbed her coat and shoes faster than she had ever done before and ran outside to play with the children and the doctor, and her papa. They had a snowball fight will all the neighborhood children and made snowmen, and her and her Papa made the Snow Angels that reminded them of Claire.
Sarah lived for many years after that Christmas, she grew up and fell in love, she had children of her own, and told them stories of Claire, the Snow Queen that saved her life. She died a quiet Death, warm in her bed on a cold Winter night, and was reunited with her Mama and Papa.
One Winter, around the time of Christmas, snow heavy on the ground little Sarah was diagnosed with Pneumonia, the doctor had said that she was getting worse, and the future looked grim for Sarah. Hearing this her Papa began to despair, and he began to pray to his wife every night. "Claire, my beautiful Ice Princess, our daughter is stricken sick with pneumonia. I beg of you, help us, help me. I don't know what to do, the doctor says there is little sign of her getting better." he finished his prayer with tears silently streaming down his face.
Christmas Eve came around and the doctor came to check up on Sarah, after the check up he took her papa aside and with a heavy face and heart told him "I don't think she'll make it through the night, she hasn't recovered in the slightest, and has even gotten worse. Stay with her tonight, tell her your stories." He didn't say another word and slowly walked out the door. Sadness filled her Papa's heart as he went upstairs to sit with her. Sarah looked at him and with a weak voice said "Papa... Tell me the stories of you and Mama" The father gave a half hearted smile and told her all the stories he could think of, he told them to her until she fell asleep, eventually he fell asleep in the chair next to her.
That night Sarah dreamed a new dream, It was winter, and she was in a Garden of white roses, at the end of a pathway stood a woman. The most beautiful woman that Sarah had ever seen. She was adorned in a white dress, befitting a Queen. She shyly walked up to the woman and asked "W-who are you? Are you an Angel?" The woman smiled a bright, warm smile and with the voice of angel said "My dear little girl, I am your mother, Claire." Sarah's eyes widened, she was so excited and had so many questions. Her Mama was even more beautiful than she thought. Sarah looked at her and then opened her arms as wide as she could then she hugged her Mama harder than she had ever hugged anyone before. Her mother hugged her in return and then looked her in the eye and said "Sarah, my darling. I understand that you are sick, your Papa has prayed to me every night" at this Sarah's face flashed sadness, and with a shaky voice she replied "Yes, Mama, I have Knew-moe-knee-yeah, and the doctor says I might not make it.... wait, is that why i'm here am i dead?" Sarah's eyes started to fill with tears, she felt like her was plummeting toward the ground. But, her mama knelt down and looked her square in the eyes and said "My darling daughter, I am no longer the Ice Princess, I am the Snow Queen and YOU are the Ice Princess, and with my powers, I can make you better. In the morning, you shall be fully healed and able to go out and play and make snow angels, with your papa" Sarah looked at her mama with hope filled eyes, with excitement in her voice she said "Really? I hope so because I love to hear the stories Papa tells me of you and him, and I love making snow angels, they remind me of you" Claire gave a heart filled laugh and with a smile across her face she said "Yes, my darling. You will be fine, and you will able to hear your papa's stories of us, for many years to come, now rest my little Ice Princess." Sarah laid her head on her mother's lap and fell asleep.
When Sarah awoke, Christmas morning, the sun was shining and more snow was falling on the ground. She looked over to see her Papa, who was sleeping on the chair next to her bed, dried streams of tears obvious on his face. She went over and hugged him and with glee in her heart and voice exclaimed "Papa! Papa! Wake up! I"m all better" Hearing his daughter's voice her papa awoke with a start and couldn't believe his eyes, his heart lept and he hugged Sarah tightly. "Papa, Mama healed me, I saw her in my dream and she said I'd be better in the morning! I'm healed Papa!" Her papa looked to the sky and with tears of joy streaming down his face he quietly said a prayer to his wife thanking her for making their daughter better. Just then there was a knock at the door, Sarah ran down to answer it. The doctor had arrived with a sad look on his face, which changed to one of utter shock when he saw Sarah. Her Papa came running down the stairs exclaiming "Doctor, she's better, she's all better" Bewildered the doctor said "By jove, it's a Christmas miracle" Sarah looked at him and said "No, sir. It was my Mama. She made me all better, she's the Snow Queen and she said I'll live for a long time and be able to hear Papa's stories, and make Snow angels. The one's that remind me of her." The doctor just smiled and said "Well then, let's go say thank you to your mother by making snow angels!"
Sarah grabbed her coat and shoes faster than she had ever done before and ran outside to play with the children and the doctor, and her papa. They had a snowball fight will all the neighborhood children and made snowmen, and her and her Papa made the Snow Angels that reminded them of Claire.
Sarah lived for many years after that Christmas, she grew up and fell in love, she had children of her own, and told them stories of Claire, the Snow Queen that saved her life. She died a quiet Death, warm in her bed on a cold Winter night, and was reunited with her Mama and Papa.
