“Blizzard:” snow magic, orphanship, Elsa-ish // StayHomeWriMo Day 20

Hey y’all!

I hope everyone’s doing well! I haven’t responded to any comments in a few days (whoops) but I’ll try to get to that tomorrow, or something.

Today’s story is kind of like Frozen, and I realized that and just ~~embraced my inner Elsa~~ XD.

The ice enveloped me completely.

Everywhere, surrounding me, there was a freezing blizzard of anger and pain and rage and everything that I felt at the moment.

I sink to my knees in the snowy ground, my legs numb to the cold seeping in through my pants.

My life would never be the same.

Just a week ago I had been happy, and everyone I loved was with me. But in the span of several hours, my whole life was dashed to the ground.

First, my parents had been involved in an accident. Neither of them survived.

Then, to make matters worse, none of our relatives or family friends were willing to take me and my siblings in. That meant that some random families would take us- separately.

I took a deep breath in, and it seemed like the blizzard slowed for a moment, as if taking a breath with me. Breathe, Mae. Breathe. It felt as if my anger would consume me.

Despite my pleading, I had to watch as my little sister Marjorie, who was only ten, was ripped from my hands, crying all the while.

Our fourteen-year-old brother Melvin wasn’t allowed to come with either of us, too. He didn’t cry when he was taken in by some family in a faraway village, but I could see it in his eyes. That I would never see him again.

But me? I was seventeen- not quite an adult, but no one would want to adopt me either. Instead of having to spend agonizing months in an orphanage without any of my family, I did the only thing I could think of.

Run away.

I shivered slightly, but not from the cold. Never. This storm was my new home. The blizzard was my emotions, the ice was my resolve, the wind my thoughts, the snow my love.

I belonged here, in the winter.

No, I didn’t shiver from the cold- I shivered from fear. Fear of myself, of who I had become.

After I ran away, I had to watch myself turn into a monster, some sort of beast. Somewhere in there, I knew the old Mae was still there, hiding from whoever I had become. But now there was a primal part of myself that had erupted, one that apparently even had influence over the blizzard raging around me.

I took a deep, ragged breath in, feeling the cold ripple over my bare arms, enjoying the icy pain stabbing my throat.

The storm stopped and for a moment the only noise was the thump of my heart.

But then I let out my breath in one long exhale, and the blizzard raged like never before, as if it could understand what I was feeling better than I.

I couldn’t even stop to understand what I felt. Everything was much too raw. In the span of seven days, I had lost everything.

My home, my friends, my town, my school- and my family.

My parents were gone and there was no changing that, but my siblings weren’t. I knew where Marjorie and Melvin were, and no one or nothing could stop me from reuniting with them.

In a few months, I would be an adult who could take legal custody of my siblings. Until then, I wouldn’t sit around waiting for someone to find me.

I let out a little breath, finding twisted delight in the wind howling at me in response.

I was going to steal my siblings back.

Not my best writing, the beginning was weak, and I could have channeled the ~creepy~ more, but I’m satisfied with how the middle-to-ending turned out!

Did this remind you of Frozen? Did this story- wait for it- chill you? (xP) How is your quarantine?