The bitter cold was laced in between every molecule of air, like razors against Ellie's bare human skin. Shivering against the sharp glowing white, Ellie held her pale arms together, wrapping her hands in the thin Victorian nightgown. Cotton lace trickled down the front to the ends of the magnificent white gown. Ellie's midnight hair pierced the never-ending-pattern of white glowing snow. Puffs of white kept falling, dancing in circles, twirling, like a ballerina, until it gently plopped on top of the already fallen snow.
Ellie lay, shaking, bleeding, feeling every flake of snow that drifted atop her small, frozen body. She was