White. It was vivid and bright and all around. It was vast and as far as the eye could see, yet soon took shape. Yes, it was now something. Snow! It was so bright because the sun forced its way through the clouds, bringing a striking blue sky despite the weather. Anna found herself squinting in the painfully white abyss. For the longest time it was just snow until she heard the howling It was distant, then sudden. It whipped up snow before she had time to shield her face. Winter's bitter chill slapped her cheek, causing Anna to duck her head down. Fat, white flakes became caught up in the labors of the wind, swirling up and down and all around the poor girl. What was she doing in this blizzard? How did she end up here? Anna twirled, looking for something, but everything was white. Even the sky now was white. All around her, she couldn't find a source of anything except for nothing. A blue flicker weaved in between the flurries of snow. Anna pursued the flicker until it was no longer a flicker but became larger and spirals rose from it. There before her, stood a massive cerulean ice palace. To Anna's surprise, the doors to the castle were open. Shouldn't doors be closed? She proceeded regardless and while inside the palace, she was safe from the wind outside. “Conceal, don't feel.” Elsa paced back in forth in the room, surprisingly not getting tangled in the train of her icy cape. She clutched her forehead in her hands as she chanted. The shade of the roomed dimmed to a darker blue while a red glow bled from the ceiling. Spikes slid out of walls, growing in size as Elsa continued to pace back and forth. “Don't feel. Don't feel. Don't feel.” But how can one not feel? Elsa shoved. down emotions, yet they always lingered on... ... middle of paper ... ... stood a few inches away, tossing a snow ball in her hands, and wearing a playful smirk on her lips. Anna was prepared for a fight, but she wasn't prepared for the girl to suddenly charged at her. Anna dropped back, colliding with the snow behind her as flakes flew up into her vision and everything went black. “I love you too.” Elsa's words ghosted in her ear. It warmed her from her very core, but Anna realized it was the weight of the blankets and the heat off her sister beside her that also contributed to the warmth. “Anna?” Elsa was looking down at her in confusion. “Why is there snow on your head? I didn't do that, did I?” “No, no.” Anna admitted sheepishly. “I just... I just visited and old friend, that's all.” Elsa stared at her for a long moment before opening her mouth and closing it once again. “What?” Anna asked. “Do I really snore?” Anna lied again.
As Jonas reached the top of the hill, the chill seemed to grow from his bones. Jonas and Gabe climbed onto the red sled from the memory. He clutched Gabe closer as the sled gained speed and the trees flew by. A few feet from the base of the snowy hill, the sled broke on impact with a rock. Jonas staggered out of the snow, trying to rub warmth into the newchild, who had begun to shiver violently.
The night was so still that they heard the frozen snow crackle under their feet. The crash of a loaded branch falling far off in the woods reverberated like a musket-shot, and once a fox barked, and Mattie shrank closer to Ethan, and quickened her steps.
An example of the cycle followed by her father, his father, and his father before him is told when Blunt recalls a major blizzard in December 1964 that trapped the family and some neighbors in their small homestead. She unemotionally describes how her father simply proceeded to go through the motions of keeping the pipes from freezing, calmly accepting the fact that he could do nothing as the storm progressed and he could not prevent loss of a of their livestock. Or how when he first ventured out to check on the animals in their nearby barn and nearly lost his way back in whiteout conditions. Later, when the storm passed, she told of playing amongst the frozen corpses of the cattle, jumping from ribcage to ribcage, daring her older brother and sister to cut off pieces of the animals, all with the calm acceptance that this was so normal, nothing strange about it.
The silence was okay, she could’ve lived with that. But it was the coldness that scared her; the coldness suspended in the air between them: her mommy washing dishes in the kitchen, head bent, hair swooped to the side, hiding her left cheek, and her daddy, sitting on the sofa reading the Sunday paper in silent indifference. She was caught in the middle, with her toys scattered around her, shivering at the coldness of it all. She knew.
The woman leaned in so close, that Lorelei could feel the woman’s breath on her face.
The snow floats down from the heavens on to earth painting it glistening white. Just like the named implies whitechapel is covered in a blanket of white snow. Catherine Eddowes walks home then she spots the local newspaper boy “Hey Missus, care for this morning's paper?” “Yes, boy, how many pounds will this be?” ”Just one pound, Missus.” “Thank you, boy,” she throws a coin to the young boy. The boy hides the coin in his hat and scurries off into the shadows of a dark alleyway. Catherine sits down on a bench nearby. One of the articles state that a woman’s body has been found on Bucks Row in Whitechapel. Her throat had been slit twice from left to right, her abdomen mutilated with one deep wound. A chill runs down Catherine's spine, she is not sure if it is from the cold or from the article she just read. She puts down the newspaper and rushes off to her quarters. She takes out a bottle of whiskey when she gets home to calm herself from the stressful day at work and the article she just read. She sits down at the counter taking out a glass to pour the whiskey in she drinks glass after glass. Her hands start to shake rapidly she taps the table repeatedly the melody of her fingernail hitting the wood echos throughout the house like a ticking clock. Tick, tick, tick the sound echos until it finally stops. The whiskey is starting to take effect on her. She feels dizzy. She decides to take her medication to stop the throbbing pain in her head. Catherine makes haste towards the restroom but, upon opening the medicine cabinet she finds that her pill bottle is lacking the pills. Clutching her head and moaning in pain she decides to go to the pharmacy. She walks through the crowd of people swaying side to side through the waves of pedestr...
The temperature went drastically down to -30 degrees fahrenheit. The winds were blowing at a dangerous speed and snow started falling rapidly. In no time the ground was starting to mountain up with snow. The storm came in full blast giving no time for the villagers to get to safety fast enough. Drivers were left stuck in the roads, trapped in their cars with no one to get home safely. They had to wait until U.S. troops could get there to help clear up roads when the storm ended, because they had no way into getting to the people from the
(6) The suddenness of the winter storm caught people by surprise. A roar “like an approaching train” was all the warning the storm gave. (130) The roaring wind and snow brought darkness and dropping temperatures. The people who were inside when the blizzard struck faced a dilemma. Staying inside and doing nothing seemed “heartless,” but going into the storm “on a rescue mission was likely to be fatal to the rescuer and useless to the lost.” (143) The people who were unfortunate enough to be away from home, whether they were at school or working with their livestock, had to make a difficult decision. They could either risk trying to make it home or chance it out and stay where they were. Schoolteachers had to decide whether to send the children home or keep them at the school. If anyone ventured outside, he or she risked frostbite, hypothermia, and likely
...re slightly numb from the cold and she lost her balance on the slippery ground. Consequently, she tripped forwards onto the iced waters of the lake. She initially thought herself safe, but the relatively thin sheet of ice could not stand the pressure of her weight and instantly began to crack, meaning that Elizabeth fell into the cold waters of the deep lake below.
“No reason,” Elsa said with a smirk. Elsa quickly ran up to the room where Shirley was staying. She then went into Gretel’s room to grab her, and then came downstairs, with her left hand behind her back.
“At 12:42 p.m. the air was perfectly calm for about one minute; the next minute the sky was completely overcast by heavy black clouds which, for a few minutes previous, had hung along the western and northwestern horizon, and the wind veered to the west and blew with such violence as to render the position of the observer on the roof unsafe. The air was immediately filled with snow as fine as sifted flour” (Potter). No one expected the blizzard that would soon come rolling over to create some of the unfortunate deaths. Now, the questions are what exactly happened during the storm, how are snowstorms created, and what damages it caused.
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
Blood was seeping through her baggy t-shirt while a blinding light hits the grass in front of me. My curiosity draws me to closer to the destination it was coming from. Across the lake was a small silhouette with the light attached to their finger and, It looked as if I could touch the beam of light without it bouncing off. Wondering what it was, I grabbed the small light and held on tight. When my finger had its first touch on the freezing beam, I got jerked from the ground under
As the white ships sailed the sky and gentle, white snowflakes like divine ballerinas danced falling gracefully on the streets and rooftops on the nippy morning, my family was already in the car driving towards the mountain
When it was still of help to wish for a thing and during a harsh winter a queen in her palace was sewing and daydreaming. Suddenly, she pricked one of her fingers with a needle, and blood drops fell. She contemplated the magnificent contrast between the nature, which stood over against her, and longed, "If only I was granted my wish, and I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of my window.” This Queen was deeply in love with the King, but there was a great sadness in their hearts; because theirs deepest wish has not been granted. So after so much desire and longing, a beautiful girl was born as such the queen had desired, and they called her Little Snow White. Nevertheless, the price of such a sublime miracle was the Queen's life.