When I was a little girl, each winter, when frost had covered the grass and trees,
my mother told me a story.

She told me about a little fairy, who had a magic paintbrush and a basket of never-ending frost crystals.
With this, she covered the whole forest, and all the land, in a mesmerizing, sparkling-white frost layer.

But all this exhausting work made her so tired, that she fell asleep.
And this is why sometimes, in between this blinding, glimmering white, there were still some patches of green to be seen.

So whenever you find yourself gazing upon the unfinished work of Frostine, look around,
you might just find her fast asleep, on a branch high up in a tree.

Sleep tight Frostine.