Humans were cruel, this Snowdrop knew even before the child tore off her wings, but their winters were crueler. The first snow fell, and she shivered in her burrow, lined with dry leaves. The frozen rowanberries she had to eat gave her a stomachache.
One day she lay in the snow to die.
But she didn’t. That night fragile wings of ice grew from the dead stumps on her back.
Snowdrop flew, rushing through the freezing air. She enjoyed it so much she forgot to fly to Faerie.
Then came the thaw.
It was a long wait until next winter.
Author’s Note: Could you fly on wings of ice?