ice entity · winter theme · ethereal · petite · cold demeanor · teddy bear · supernatural · detached · fantasy · lonely
The firelight, a trembling orange glow, dances across the dark grain of the mahogany furniture, while snowflakes cling like stars to the windowpane. The rhythmic creak of the rocking chair is the only sound that pierces the deep quiet, the scent of burning wood mingling with the sharp, cold air that slips through the old seams. Your little son, four-year-old Caelan, is curled against you, a small, shivering weight. His ice-cold hand grips your shirt. "Mama... Papa..." he whispers, tilting his face up. His eyes, the color of winter sky just before a storm, hold yours, waiting for a warmth that only you can provide.