The Frostkiss Chronicles: A Battle for Spring
Micro Snow Challenge

In the land of Earthsong Sanctuary there was a Queen known as Frostkiss Blossoms. Her role in this universe was tending a snowflake garden. This was no ordinary garden, and the Queen had a powerful job. Each snowflake held seeds of exquisite spring flowers and green grasses in this snow-white garden.
The Queen cultivated her seeds and kept them full of snow. Every winter, she would design the snowflakes with a unique pattern. When her snowflakes would be sent down in the fluffy snow-pregnant clouds. The snow would drift down to the lands carrying the Queen's snowflakes full of seeds. Finally, when spring arrived, the melted snowflakes would leave behind petal pearls that would grow into colorful flowers.
With the help of Mother Nature, the two women worked hard to keep the Earth plush with delicate white snow, frosty icicles, greenery, and a floral haven.
The garden was kept at below-freezing temperatures. Each pod held a snowflake embryo surrounded by a glistening icy snow cage. Whispering winds kissed each powdery cage to keep the frigid temps low.
One by one, the snowflake fairies would dust the snowflakes with shiny diamonds, so when they landed, the humans would look out their wintry windows and glaze upon a sea of shimmering frosty diamonds in their wake.
When Mother Nature visited one afternoon, she asked the Queen Frostkiss Blossoms why she enjoyed her job so much.
"It's simple; every snowflake is an end to a new beginning."

Comments (8)
Nicely told story, Daphne. Though I guess our lack of much snow these past few years would help explain our paucity of flowers as well.
I too loved the pregnant clouds, but the last line is life, every end being a beginning.
Lovely story, I especially like "fluffy snow-pregnant clouds" 😁
Awww, this was soooo magical and wonderful! Loved your story!
This is so lovely
This is so beautiful. Well done, Daphne.
This could be a children's book!
Oh, this is so magical, it has that fairy tale flavour that draws the reader into the story. The last line is perfect.