If Only

She was on her knees. If only it was so simple she could just get up, if only they weren't all dead. She watched the breath escape from her mouth in a small cloud, attempting to let the cold into her bones one more time. She tried, she knows she tried. They fought hard and really that's all that mattered now, it was over.

The storm illuminated the sky around her purple and there was an uncanny quiet. It shouldn't be this quiet, surely there were soldiers on their way to her. The trees aligned into one perfect point in her vision and it made her eyes turn when she looked at it for too long. Just one blink, maybe two, she would not fall before they arrived to her.

She crunched the snow in her hands on either of her sides, the perfect snow for throwing at her sister. A small smile laid on her face as she remembered her. Safe - away from the battlefield. She would be wrapped in cloaks and furs, doated on by her court. Warm. She felt her throat tighten, if only she could braid her hair one more time, sing her to sleep.

But she breathed out again, a big one, releasing the rising sob back out into the air hoping it would find it's home with her sister. She sniffed hard and allowed herself to relax against the ground under her. There, to her left, the soldiers came for her at last.