There once was a woman born from a snowflake. 

There is no probable explanation for this. Biologists and scientists alike have since scoured the natural world for some sort of logical reasoning as to how this became possible and they ended up more perplexed than when they had started. 

She aged rapidly and within hours she had grown up to be a young woman. She was blessed with cold pale skin that occupied a slight blue tint, similarly to the blueish gray of her eyes. Her hair was the color of charcoal and hung at her hips in stark contrast to her light complexion. Born through a uniquity of delicacy, she carried this in her demeanor. She was graceful and elegant and she held herself confidently but not conceitedly which is rare. 

She was discovered in the dark one night in the snowy woods by a couple on their way to the neighboring town in search of a warm place to sleep during their travels. They had taken pity on the young woman who had appeared to be lost and alone and they promptly offered her refuge on their carriage and figured that they could discover where she had come from. She had given them a look of confusion upon this offer; however, when they made a gesture toward the carriage she seemed to understand and quietly stepped onto the carriage and took a seat across from the couple. The older woman had long brown hair and piercing and yet kind blue eyes. The man wore his years in his face, the once elastic skin sagged into subtle wrinkles. Ingrained smile lines complemented his handsome complexion. His brown eyes matched his hair and were illuminated by the lantern he held and she could tell he was scanning her face as if it would tell him a story. They were both bundled up with layers of capes and scarves and gloves. They shivered in their seats and even more so when they had told the horsebacked escort to continue down the path in the woods. After moments of silence they had begun to speak to the young woman but she could not understand them. She stared blankly at them with no answer to the questions they asked. The older woman took off one of her capes and offered it up to the younger woman. The younger woman blinked and contemplated for a moment before taking the cape and placing it on her own shoulders, reversing what the older woman had done moments ago. The young woman began sweating profusely and displayed a feasible feeling of discomfort. She quickly removed the cape and handed it back to the older woman who could not comprehend how someone, especially with so small of a frame, could be comfortable in the frosty winter air. The rest of the journey, which would take a couple hours, was spent in silence. Eventually the couple had fallen asleep, the older woman wrapped in her companion’s arms. The woman who was born from a snowflake watched them quietly. She had taken a liking to the dynamic. She didn’t quite understand what it was about what she was seeing that had drawn her but she knew it was a good feeling and she didn’t want it to go away. 

It was sunrise when they arrived in the town and the woman who was born from a snowflake was astounded. She gazed upon the townsfolk who were taking their morning strolls or hurrying to work or bustling into one of the many bread shops to purchase their morning pastries. She witnessed a wonderful sound that people had made with one another that often involved the compression of their faces and the upturn of their mouth. She took this all in with awe and wonder and felt as though she was being welcomed into a community. 

The couple had awoken and talked amongst themselves, the woman kept her eyes glued to the scenes before her as they passed through shops with strange writing on the transparent glass. She heard the man yell something to the driver as the carriage came to a sudden stop. The couple hopped off the carriage and made a hand gesture that told the woman to do the same, the snow crunching on the ground as they traveled. They arrived directly at the base of a strange cobblestone building, an old wooden door keeping in whatever was inside. The man opened the door and the couple walked in, a burst of warm air occupying the space they once did. When they had noticed the young woman did not follow them the older woman sent the man to another man behind a desk inside the building and stepped outside with the younger woman. The older woman patiently tried to teach the younger woman that it was okay to step inside the building. The younger woman began getting frustrated not being able to communicate that she felt uncomfortable with the warmth. After a few moments she shook her head from left to right as she had seen the man do when he seemed unpleased. The older woman once again looked confused but after a moment she held out her finger as if to communicate to the young woman that she needed to wait where she was. 

She did not wait. She was engrossed in the curiosity that accompanied this little town and went door to door gazing at the architecture. She would watch the couples holding hands and sharing kisses under a green plant that hung from nearly every door. People in the streets would smile and wave at her and she replicated the movements back to them, which seemed to please them. 

Eventually in the midst of all this the sun began to set and the town began to be illuminated by various lanterns hanging from hooks and candles in windows. The men and women in the town retired to their warm beds and the streets became vacant. The woman who was born from a snowflake was alone once again, left wandering the cold and dark night. She found herself back at the door of the cobblestone building. She observed the craftsmanship of the door and ran her delicate fingers along the grain. 

The woman was startled by the door beginning to open toward her. She jumped back and gazed into the tavern. There stood a man she had never seen before. He was younger than the one she had met before, his eyes were kind and innocent and his curly brown hair drooped in his face in a way that revealed his youth without making him look messy. He was equally as startled by the sight of this young woman and stepped back keeping his eyes locked on her. “Hello” he said, raising his voice as if it were a question. She waved at him as she did for all the other townspeople and he laughed slightly. She relished that sweet sound and replicated a smile. He stepped back and gestured for her to come inside. She quickly shook her head as she did when she was offered entry previously. He held a look of confusion which she was used to at this point and cocked his head slightly. Then, just as quickly as he appeared, the door slammed closed leaving the woman alone again. She sat against the cobblestone for a moment with a blank mind. The door once again opened, the young man stood there with a hefty green jacket hugging his body. The woman looked up at the man, locking eyes with him, and he held out his hand to offer support to help her rise to her feet. She felt something in the deepest of her consciousness, a connection of some sort. She reached out slowly and put her hand in his. Immediately she yanked her hand away. Part of her hand had started melting in his grasp. He looked astounded but somehow he had seemed to understand. He stepped back and allowed her to stand up on her own and they spent the rest of night walking together in silence. Every once in a while one of them would point to a cat in a darkened window or a flickering lamp and they would laugh together. 

They continued this for a while, communicating without language, they would share each other’s presence. The young boy had to frequent his father’s tavern for work during the days in which the woman would go off on her own adventures and discovery in the woods neighboring the town, her favorite activity being the observation of the townspeople from afar, taking in the feelings and sights. Every night when the sun was just beginning to set she would sit by the tavern door and wait for the man. 

After the first night he began to talk to her, and even teach her some things about his language. She would nod and listen, though not exactly picking up everything he was saying. 

It took a month before she was able to speak a sentence of her own, they would have simple conversations, spending all of the night hours talking. They talked about the cats they observed, they talked about the funny little noise people made that she loved so much which she learned was called laughter, they talked about anything and nothing. 

One night they came to the edge of a frozen lake and the man stood still as they looked out onto the sheet of ice. Without turning toward her he spoke. “I don’t know what you are, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either. You feel uncomfortable in the warmth, take refuge from direct sunlight, and when I touch you-” He gazed down at his hand as if realizing the power his body heat had over her. She reached out to touch his arm but stopped. “Look at me.” She said, He hesitated and then turned toward the woman “I love you,” she spoke. Her voice was delicate and light and soothed his sorrows for a moment. He knew she couldn’t possibly know what that means, not in its entirety. “Kiss me” she said. “What? No, no, no I can’t kiss you, you’ll melt for christ’s sake!” he said.  She took him by the hand. They had spent months together and she had gotten to experience every part of human nature, she had to experience this too. The woman needed to feel him, more than his presence. She wanted his arms to wrap around her, she wanted to experience the love she adored from her observations, she wanted him. She grabbed his face, the mass of her cold icy hands slowly melting into water on impact. He looked at her, a single tear fell from his eye mixing with the moisture on his face. The truth was he loved her too. He grabbed her by the waist and met her lips with his, pulling her close. She began to lose mass, developing a puddle on the ground. By the time he had opened his eyes she was gone, nothing but a puddle. She was returned back to nature as she was created. The man dropped to his knees, his pants becoming soaked in what remained of the woman he loved.